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Karmen Jul 2018
call me a fool cause i played it cool
to your ways one would consider cruel
assuming i had no clue you were using me like a tool
newsflash my dude, i knew of my use
wasnt hard to tell i meant nothing to you
nothing to the man you wished to become, seeking a light of success
in eyes of the chick that birthed your first heart

i played it cool, perceiving myself to be a fool
acting like i had no, choosing to be your tool
well aware i was diving deep
into a hole that would forever sink
darkness that only grew more in depth

you warned me many time
but your soul showed there was more sincere way inside
so i remained , allowing you to take lead
knowing my place, giving you space
allowing my trust to be placed
hopes in rebuilding the self-confidence you highly lacked

all to a tough past
you felt had some shame
having troubles to embrace
it helped you become the man you are today
something great
you stay fighting to succeed in eyes of your
lover
mother
daughter
brother
father
sister
you played a person you were not
whenever there was an awaken depth within our encounter
forcing yourself to be cruel
i continued to be cool
be perceived as a fool
for our souls intertwined, wanted all to remain cool
for i did not fight, or take flight
seeking revenge wasn't an option
i chose to dive into the everlasting depth of a hole
allowing you so much control
losing my own ways to life
forgetting my own reasons to live
like a fool you became too cruel
not pacing your use of using me as a tool
making things so uncool
you had too much authority and used it all so soon
awakened my eyes
allowing me some sight
see where i could escape free
from the leash
had worked it to such short length
there be no fight
in releasing me
to become better then i once was
i soar far away
keeping you in my heart
but never allowing
capture to be an option
swuuuooooaaa-
journal, book to be
Geunice Aug 2014
I hope our kids get your eyes.
Your brown eyes that glow everytime you smile.
I hope you will never stop loving me the way you love me now.
I hope you will never get tired of me.
I hope even when we get older,
I still get teary eyed
everytime I talk about our love.

I hope we will always be happy.
But we need to fight sometimes so there's balance.
But what I hope for is that
we will still run like no one's around.
Laugh like there's no tomorrow.
Hug in the middle of a crowd.
And still tickle each other even if we already have wrinkles
and our hair's all white
and everyone will tell how cute we are.

I hope we will never stop to make each other laugh.
And still surprise each other
and never get bored.
I hope we will never stop holding hands.
I know my heart will be yours forever.
Geunice Aug 2014
I cannot put into words
how beautiful your eyes are.
I don't even think
a photograph can capture
its depth.
When the morning light
hits it,
it becomes this
translucent brown
that will hypnotize you
into thinking
it's a portal to another world.

When you kiss me hurriedly,
without anticipation,
out of the blue,
and just the right kind of hard.
It makes me dizzy, and makes me
want you more.
And makes it hard to believe
I have you in my life.

We have all the right reasons to break up
but we never did.
We sacrificed a lot for each other.
And it always got me asking
if it will be worth it.
But god I can't imagine breathing another breath
the moment you let go of me.
My heart sinks everytime
I imagine myself
without you.
My heart shatters,
my heart collapses
and runs out of blood to pump.

We argue a lot
because of our differences.
The strength we have for us
may not be understood by everyone.
We get a lot of **** by
trying to be together.
And I thank you for
being my rock
when I get weak.
All we have is us.
Emmalee Apr 2014
Is it worth
Anything in the end?
I truly do pray
To the seasons
And the rain
And the tears that fall
From my eyes to the floor.
To the sky and the
Clouds and the spirits
Traveling throughout the atmosphere.
I pray to them that
One day this may be sanity
And I may be in love
With someone who wants me
Nearly half as much as I
Want to be next to them.

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