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Jan 14
In transit on a stationary life
The earth rotates on it's own access
It spins,
So if my soul wait
Hopefully,
Ghost, you will float by again.

Bring with you my smile
I misplaced it
Like hope lost, to find it
I need to go back in time

When your hand was always locked in mine
Inseparable we were
The truth is
Love is blind

I pulled out it's eyes
I laid it to waste
I spit out your name
As I don't want to know how a lie taste

If love becomes deceitful
Then we no longer safe
Love was hope
Now all it brings is distaste.

Cupid is fake
I looked for him all over
I needed his bow and arrow
This time he won't miss
You need to alleviate this sorrow

The time we surfing on is borrowed
I hate myself for wasting it on a ghost
A figment of my imagination
Do I know what happiness name is?
Or
I am just pains host.
When words scratches at the surface
it's screams to be free
you lay it bare on these pages
to subdue my demons in their cages
so i don't end up....
suffocating.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  32/M/South Africa
(32/M/South Africa)   
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   jordan
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