True love is like a boomerang...
No matter how far it goes away...
Eventually, at the end of the day:
"It will return to you! "
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Adam beloved I'm your Eve.
Who hears your snores that once patrock-Rick me to sleep?.
Who claims your lips on aching thighs
to priceless Boomerang thrills,
exploring some other river rapids
but meandering to my bliss.
You keep looking at my starry skys.
Milky way Andromeda closing in.
We know why this is,
something higher reels
my Eve for my Adam afire is
ever riding in our midst.
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Loving each other from a distance
suspended in the midst..
"I somehow observe
that we hurt each other too deeply,"
but love one other .
Living a lifetime in mourning
was my soul's turn to atone pay.
they weren't enough
to make you stay
it's fine, you'll come back
your feelings will boomerang
maybe not now
but perhaps someday
Life is like a boomerang:
You throw it.
it comes back.
Hits you in the head,
It hurts so much.
Then you die.
Slavery is like the same thing.
Except the boomerang is a black guy.
END DISCRIMINATION, ITS A VIOLENT CYCLE.
I told him I loved her
He said to let her go,
Give her up to the wind
Her heart is hers to know.
Don't weep...Don't cheer...
Does her light deem or glow?
Does she soar like a freed bird,
Or does she boomerang your throw?
A tug of the string
Pulls me back
Into your reality
With a thwack!
Head throbbing and left questioning
Is this a leash or a noose?
Curiosity is festering
Step to the cliff’s edge
Will I be left to hang
Over the ledge
Or am I a boomerang?
You throw your words like a boomerang.
Expecting it not to come back, it will, in fact,
Yet for every word you try and throw, the **** thing comes back faster than the first, with a burst of speed, like hatred you feed, things come and go till you're drained and you're bleeding...
Your words will come back to you...and typically when you're not prepared...
They come back and with the amount of force you're throwing that boomerang, I should probably call an ambulance, cop, and a lawyer...you're going to need a memorial.
Moral of the story, don't throw the boomerang if you don't plan on catching it...cause that **** will thwack you on the head...and it will hurt...and you will die. And I won't even try to cry.
I told you I loved you because I knew thats what you needed to hear
I told you I missed you because I wanted you near
I told you I was sorry because I saw you moving on
All these things I told you, the real you is now gone
i never was the person to play people, but playing people feels better than being played
You have a boomerang
That just doesn't know how to quit.
"Boomerang Heart" -JP