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So, while I'm here broken & ******                                                           ­                     
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Mascara smeared; she still looks pretty                                                           ­ 
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Even with that smile in her eyes                                                            
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  That ***** is the devil in disguise                                                         ­         
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She took my love & my pride                                                            ­                      
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Now every day, I die inside                                                           ­               
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Puffy faced & pouting mouth                                                            ­              
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She shows you what love's about                                                            ­
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She was a habit you couldn't quit                                                            
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  It was me you chose to forget
For all the other women out there.
Exotic cherry blossoms
And a woman
like heavenly moonlight
Robed
with sweet love

Reynaldo Casison
Like midnight rain
A fine wine woman
Singing
Spring Candles
Sighing with our love

Reynaldo Casison
witch Apr 1
pearls were ****** like her ruby dagger,
ruby dagger, wears on her belt; dropping venom.
spreading fatal flames with her burning lipstick,
made by the poison of her ruby eyed bloodthirsty serpent.

she knows revenge.

vicious storms brought she,
to a land, oh never was free.
trouble is a woman in need.
needing to see pearls bleed.
Leya Apr 1
She ponders as she lies on the bed of roses,
The thorns biting through her skin,
Pellucid elsewhere, but the stem,
Surrounding her, engulfing memory.
How did she get there? She does not know,
For this is all she feared.

The bear on her chest leaves her to wonder:
the caged giant now takes pity,
As it roams the lengths and strides its pen
Afraid it is of the petite beings,
And afraid it is of the fiery flash it brings.
Distorted creatures, partly seen through the iron rings.

Does the beast ever pray to be elsewhere?
She ponders as the trembling devours her.
The puny-beast is now the prey,
Behind the iron, it is caged.
What is the difference, she wonders, as one twins with the other.
At this breath she figures out the answer that wages war against eachother.
Both the maiden and the beast would choose the bear.
The irony of it—now she is aware.
Rules of mankind she is reminded of:
If a bear scares you, contain it.
If she swirls your lust, cover it.
Yet you cannot sustain—act on it.

As the cotton turns scarlet,
The world now turns aware.
But it’s not the bear she fears.
It is the cold-eyes that judges.
As they still question the lass—
That lies motionless as the wounds tear.
"The bruin earned it!" accuses the chap.
"It is cause of what she wears."
She ponders as the coldness embraces,
She lies as she sheds ruby crystals,
Eyes turning hazy, feeling dazed,
Losing feelings elsewhere,
The only thing shading this pain
is the sorrow-night’s weep ablaze.
As she reaches the gate that awaits.

As two ends near-
Them and you,
These biased questions may ascend:
How old were they? What did she wear?
How did they look like? Was she rare?
But dare a man ask another,
Why did you do this?
Was it ever fair?
here's a hug if u relate
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