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Paint me like the burnt air.
Unwanted, careless and forcibly inhaled.

Paint me like the bruises on my chin.
Blue hued, swollen and new.

Paint me like blood.
Flowing and hidden, threatening to flood out.

Paint my pain.
No one else knows, I so desperately need to share.

In vain, paint me
In vain, paint me in vain.
never tell your stories, the adventures you lived
to someone who doesn't bother to listen to them

he never wanted to steal my freedom or to make me mad
we were both obsessed with the kind of love me had

I couldn't stop staring at the pictures me made last night
how your heart skipped a beat when I touched your bare skin

it was like reliving all the things we lost in the cold ground of hell
the mermaids were done singing their songs when we met that day

true love was like walking in a forest were no trees were growing
finding my soulmate was like the moon waiting for the sun to rise again

everything was the same and everything was not the same

the little things that I adored about you were kind of fading, gone
it was the way you said my name what made me fell for you back then

but now your voice doesn't sound the same anymore..
I do believe, Birth and death are preplanned certainty.
all our choices that we make, will plan our destiny.
everything we do, changes what could be.
If I say yes to you today,
I may lose something more tomorrow.
But who will ever know?
A certain spill or minute missed, could mean everything,
to happiness and misery
or timely uncertainty.
I was late this morning,
changing my formality.
My fate was changed immidiatly,
when I was late this morning.
I was safe today.
I heard the news,
a cemi struck my bus .
If I had been on time,
sends shivers down my spine.
I could have been no more,
with the other casualties.
When I saw the bus;
dented in completely, where I always sit,
laying on it's side.
many did not make it,
my pain I bare inside.
for I was saved by minutes late,
my special fate today.
A kiss from death this morning,
was not my time to leave.
My time of death is certain,
planned it is for me.
For me it's uncertainty and definatly destiny.
We where born so seperatly,
a distance far between.
Waiting for the stars to aline gradually.
Bringing you to me.
We wouldn't meet for years to come,
that's ok you see.
Growing up so differently and seperatly,
was the way it ought to be.
People we have met,
knew of you and me.
little did we know,
our paths would cross some day.
We began at different schools,
different friends we had.
As we grew, few I knew,
left my school to you.
Stars began aligning,
for it was meant to be.
meeting in our high school.
starting as our enemy,
for reasons I can't recall.
We met so many years ago,
who knew we'd be here?
A friendship unblievable,
a treasure you are to me.
A special bond we have.
A love you are for me.
We started off so casually,
then to be inseperable.
So thick and strong.
though times had passed we did not talk,
our bond is truly remarkable.
time away it did not change,
we always stay the same.
a look with eyes between us two,
speaking not a word,
A conversation we can have,
that only us will know.
We've had our share of ups and downs,
always supporting me.
The laughs we have,
the tears we share,
memories of everthing.
Jess my friend I'm so glad we met,
so many years ago.
Through all the times we've had.
our simple memories.
I'm greatful and excited,
to reminisce and
share these things with you.
I wonder what the furture holds?
From fighting back in high school,
and everything in between,
to becoming family.
I Love you Jess Forever
For all the things you mean to me,
It's hard to find the words.
I prayed for a friend so long ago,
how little did I know,
my sister I would find.
Look what we've become.
I thank you for the years.
I thank you for your time.
I thank you for the love you give.
Your truly someone grand.
A treasure I do hold.
I am looking forward,
to watching you grow old.
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
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(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.

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