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The kids are dying.
Their Momma is crying.
And sellin’ her soul to ****
For lying.
Saying it’s okay,
Momma will find a way.
Knowing **** good and well she can’t
Find the pay.
Selling her body on the
Side of the street
Just so her babies will have
Something to eat.
Hanging her head in defeat.
This type of lifestyle is difficult.
She knows she can’t afford
These medical bills.
Can’t afford anymore
Anxiety pills.
A lifetime full
Of cheap thrills.
The looks from her babies
Were enough to ****…
When she told them that
Only the rich could afford good health.
Tears fall
Words spill
Truth comes forth
And the pain
Kills
Hope 6d
His words was bullet, his mouth was a gun
And in everything he said, he never know he killed someone.
You said we could do it all together
Or was it only I who remembered?
That night in the middle of October
When you told me that I mattered
But for how long will I be that person?
Before you choose to leave me behind
But as I expected the situation worsen
And soon you left these arms of mine
How I wished the time could turn back
Maybe I could fix what was broken
Or even stop it from the day we met
To stop the words from being spoken
Those three words aren't enough
nightdew Mar 7
there are voices in her mind,
constant echoes that bubble wildly,
telling her that she's not good enough.

it tricks her into thinking,
that maybe... just maybe,
she's really not good enough.

they tell her she's not suitable,
not for this not for that,
and she just happens to believe them.

as naive as she is,
she's quickly fooled,
for thinking she doesn't have the potential.  

but deep down,
passing the harsh reminders,
she really is good enough.
and if you think you're not enough,
baby, you are, you always were.
Amoy Feb 28
I said it once or maybe it was thrice
My words are not nice they cut like knife
What did I say? is it a big slice?
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Can’t I be bold? without paying a price
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I thought was being nice and not mean and cold like ice
My words are not nice they cut like knife
What was the line that pierced through you?
My words are not nice they cut knife
My words change the mood and now you brood
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Why do the lyrics to my song always comes out wrong?
My words are not nice they cut like knife
My words creates an uproar in our vibrational sing-along
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Forgive me my love I know I was wrong
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I’m not trying to create a mash up out of our perfect song
My words are not nice the cut like knife
I don’t want to be afraid to say what’s on my mind
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Don’t let these words make our relationship decline
My words are not nice the cut like knife
We have waited an eternity and now is our time
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I’m sorry Babes I was completely out of line
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I swear I’ll try, I’ll do better next time
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Words aren’t my strongest suit they get intertwined and messes with the baseline
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Badshah Khan Feb 11
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 46

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

The divine creator already designed my determined destiny.
I am exactly living in His created world duly.
As He willingly directs me to plough,
The precious seeds of Sincere Love.

As an ultimate result it can naturally turn into Holt.
The possible source of dear life, No harsh feelings,
I am sincerely, Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan;
I solely live, As He uniquely designed.

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
I wish I believed in soul mates,
But that would require me to have a soul,

It’s not that I am cold or cruel,
It’s just if I believed souls were real;
Then i would also have to believe
In reincarnation,

And I’ll be ******
If I have to spend
Another
Lifetime
With
You.
Ian Robinson Jan 1
Me
I am the grey
That lives after the light
But before the dark

I am the twilight

I am the emotion you feel
When neither option is right

I am option three: Neutral

I am the scream of the teenage girl
next-door

Who knows what it really means

I am
Me
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