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love

i wish it could

contained within

the body
(of 1 body)

be.
She tries to put that favorite poem of her's to sleep
it wasn't easy as it spoke of pain, made her weep,
kept on talking about losses, promises not kept,
fighting losing wars, strifes and  getting  lost.

She waited for the night, fully covered in black tresses
the ample woman, compassionate, who gently would caress
in night's presence and  deft manoeuvres all weeping stops.

She sighs, no more poems resurrecting the reign of pain, she hopes
forgets what makes her nightly haunt this place, that she is a ghost
Some say Ghosts sing..could be a poem that once was favourite
Everyone has dreams
Profound in nature
Or profoundly meaningless
Some only wake from them
While others awaken
I have dreams, not delusions.  Finally myself, not an illusion.
I met a girl who chased paradise 
Whilst I chased the sun
She stood firm for prayer
Whilst I sat laid back 

Lord she was steadfast
And strong 
Determined and right
She was guided by the light

And I got distracted by the night 
So there I stood a sinner 
Oblivious of one more sin 
And there she was happy 

Content and thankful
So I pray to be like her 
And that she gets rewarded for being faithful
Whilst I committed to fault after fault

She came to you before the casket closed 
We will all come back to you when our eyes won't open
Finally you dissappear from my writings,
My stanzas are pure with live philosofies.
I want to write about democracy and dictatorship,about nature and existance,books and paintings,fashion & lifestyle.
I am free from the love and hurt poems you bound me to write of.
Finally,i have found a new muse.
One that will not slowly corrode my passion for art as thou hath been doing.
I am writing about freedom.
I want to cross the boundaries of my imagination and land exactly where im supposed to.
Perfection.
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