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nevaeh 4d
It's that moment, on a road trip
When all the snacks have been eaten
And there is nothing but time ahead of you.

And there's music over the radio,
Taking turns playing our favorite songs
Our laughter melding with melody
As the sun begins to set.
And the warmth of that sun
Blends into the warmth in my chest

And I look

I look at him

and he glows with golden light.

And time slows down,
Every detail, in perfect clarity
Every second stretching into a lifetime
And my heart beats with so much love.
So much warmth and joy and hope.
And I look at him,

And he is beautiful.

And everything just feels right.

And I know it'll all be okay.
along the edge, the edge
of season. the coast with
slow limits.


the glass anomaly
swept the edges
golden, in proportion.
Yorlan 4d
Es de madrugada.
Me pesan los ojos,
mas mi mente no descansa.

Buscando sosiego
escribo estas líneas.

La monotonía del insomnio
se está convirtiendo
en mi mayor pelea.

Los pensamientos
se vuelven un eco incesante
que me recluye del sueño.

Noches eternas,
días vulgares,
estrecha sociedad,
perfil bajo.
A eso se reduce mi vida.
Sweetness of love ...

I still hold your name ...
in my heart with longing ...
for love and need ...
and still ...
after those days ...
since i get knew you ...
i still certain that your love ...
is still killing me ...
and that you are the one ...
the only lady ...
who captivates me ...
and that this heart is only for you ...
no matter how far apart we are ...
in time and distance ...

yes i still ...
and will keep on my love ...
because ...
I lived you ...
I loved you ...
I cared about you ...
I carried you to an imaginary bed ...
and there I gave you the love ...
that i always desired ...
then i made my spiritual love with you...
with the madness ...
that you always desired as me ...
until we lived together ...
the sweetness of love ...

Good morning my love ..

Hazem al ...
Have I forgotten how lovely you were,
In the haze of anger, beneath the blur?
Your beauty once shone, a guiding star,
Now lost in shadows, distant and far.

Rage clouded my vision, distorted the view,
The warmth of your smile, the kindness you drew.
In the heat of the moment, I failed to see,
The grace and charm that once captivated me.

Have I forgotten the light in your eyes,
The laughter that echoed, the joy in our skies?
Anger consumed, it tore me apart,
But deep down, I knew, you still held my heart.

The storm has passed, the fury has waned,
And I remember the love we sustained.
In quiet moments, your memory's clear,
The beauty you were, forever held dear.
Anger is one stage if grieving - I do miss you every day my darling wife
And if there's anything I'm guilty of
Then it was the fact that I always wear my heart on my sleeve.

In hopes you might catch a glimpse of it
and run the fabric between your fingers
before you leave.

I'm always going to be a little too much
and you,
too little, too late.

This is my pattern,
my wounding,
my fate.

I feel you fade and even though I shouldn't,

I wait.
ghosted
Avici 4d
In the dim corners of an archaic repository
Guarded by shadows and subdued mystery
A nerve cracking tale of emotional misery
A chronicle of unspoken, untold history

The brutal lash of a leather belt
The screams, the echoes, the relentless assaults felt
The horrifying scars, the unbearable welt
Withers my soul, seeing a mother being forcibly knelt

The haunting cries beneath the moon’s cold gaze
A child’s fragile heart, encountering frightened days
The tormenting intuition, the intolerable helplessness
Depicting this insensitive world, how time and tide frays

The hypocrite neighbours with malicious intention
Their hollow candour, veiling a double faced complexion
The depraved society, lost in its superficial attention
The child, gasping for emotional care on the ventilators of affection

The backbiting relatives, feeding on unbidden hospitality
Once in a blue moon, do they emerge in adverse practicality
The mother crying her heart out, even in such criticality
Traumatised, by the unforgivingness of such harsh reality

The translucent mask, leading to intensifying mistreat
Ignorance, structuring a highway of unimaginable deceit
Betrayal, the shift, from friendship to cheat
Mental burnout, draining the child to inevitable defeat

Tribulation getting culminated with every dart
Still the mother, protecting her child with a brave heart
Believing that someday, there will be a cheerful start
Today, that kid stands in front of you, portraying this beautiful art
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