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You say you have known me all your life. But life wasn’t long enough: To keep grandpa alive by the fish pond To amend in world peace To make sure friends never said goodbye To stay awake and never wonder To know one another Know? Know one another? Knowing me. Knowing You. Knowing One. Knowing Know No, No One No-ing No-ing the fact that you say you’d stay forever (only kept my mouth Shut. ) We were never even talking within Facets of understanding or under the grace of chocolate cake and candied apples. Know No that you were here and I was there in the same room though. Though? No You let me speak in a matter of control The words you got reciprocate to hollow Hollow Halo. Hollow. Mixed? Mixed within the coils of a *** life and carbon monoxide These are the men on the sidewalk saying “The politicans are pigs” Every day, in Morayta, know No that know sun will rise because The politicans let clouds hover Not a soul. Neither their bones. No bones…..Know: Bones. Not the bones. The soul! Taxing the soul is nothing compared to Hi’s and hellows are 3 pesos a piece. Sir, you are going away The plain of a heart that knows is No. Nowhere to be found For to know Is never to truly No
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Know One. No One
You say you have known me all your life. But life wasn’t long enough: To keep grandpa alive by the fish pond To amend in world peace To make sure friends never said goodbye To stay awake and never wonder To know one another Know? Know one another? Knowing me. Knowing You. Knowing One. Knowing Know No, No One No-ing No-ing the fact that you say you’d stay forever (only kept my mouth Shut. ) We were never even talking within Facets of understanding or under the grace of chocolate cake and candied apples. Know No that you were here and I was there in the same room though. Though? No You let me speak in a matter of control The words you got reciprocate to hollow Hollow Halo. Hollow. Mixed? Mixed within the coils of a *** life and carbon monoxide These are the men on the sidewalk saying “The politicans are pigs” Every day, in Morayta, know No that know sun will rise because The politicans let clouds hover Not a soul. Neither their bones. No bones…..Know: Bones. Not the bones. The soul! Taxing the soul is nothing compared to Hi’s and hellows are 3 pesos a piece. Sir, you are going away The plain of a heart that knows is No. Nowhere to be found For to know Is never to truly No
Halo is mix in Tagalog :) For the longest time...Im posting again :) hopefully soon I go back to writing...after my first sem haha :D this poem to me is a bit more complex...but then I'm not sure haha...Enjoy! :)
#man#life#time#people#goodbye#knowing
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
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