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 Mar 2019 margarita novytska
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I'm running out of tears
I'm running out of sighs
I don't want to be afraid anymore
yet I don't wanna fight

Thank you for everything
that's making you say sorry
Thank you for giving me so much to remember, sorry for giving you things you regret

Let's not break our usual chains
just to be jailed into a new one

*My love, liberate
10th July 2017

To My Husband

As I watch your life, slipping away
We share all the things we want to say

We have time to reflect, encourage and love
To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above

We remember the good and laugh at the bad
And take time to listen and embrace the sad

It is a rich time, this time that we have
What has been, what is now, is what will be had

As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim
We look beyond the body you are in

When death approaches and your final breath taken
We know your spirit, will soar with elation

You will look at this world and say your goodbyes
And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s

All the best for your journey
Your loving wife
My husband was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer we only had a few months to say goodby and make peace. It was the richest time of our marriage
 Mar 2019 margarita novytska
Cné
My life is full of poetry
in lyrical design
Expressions in a rhythm
that ascend and then decline.

One moment I am full of joy,
then sorrow breaks my heart.
My soul is touched by music
and the thrill that it imparts.

I love the rain, embrace the sun
and smile at winter snow.
I crave the full moon's silver light
and dance beneath the glow.

I savor sweet aromas
taking pleasure in the breeze
And love the gentle rustle,
as it passes through the trees.

Yes, poetic is the gift of life,
inspiring me to rhyme.
I'd write a million odes to it,
but I just don't have the time!
Happy Saturday
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
i cant remember exactly what he did
but that does not make me a liar

i cant explain why i hurt myself
but that doesn't mean i like it

i'm so broken and hurt
and lost and tired

and for some reason that makes you
excited
The title is when you step up and say how things "actually" are because actually...
 Feb 2019 margarita novytska
ryn
We all negotiate this precipice
In a file towards the same.

Some walk, some tiptoe.
We do it in our own way.

We all roll the dice.
We all progress different,
when we play this game.

But in the end we’d be together...
Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.
i see it from a mile away
the pride just radiates
but the proud fall first
you'll get what you deserve
toxic person incognito
you'll be destroyed by your ego
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