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In the pandemic of trust what I found was him he made sense of my mess all that he cared of was my stress all I must say to him was a brother He uplifted the standards of brother for me where I could be a commander and he being a tree to provide all that I need or what I deprive of Where there is no way out there he would not betray what I choose are devils And what he pray is high-level In the pandemic of love he taught me something beyond beyond feelings beyond security he gave the safest place to reside in he booked it for my entire life and the irony is I am not known for its rent What I am familiar with is he is a goldsmith and I being his jewelry would be in his locker one more familiar thing is there this ornament is nothing without her goldsmith..... 💕
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
In Pandemic Of love
It’s come to this time where we go our own separate ways, This won’t be a goodbye I will still be here day by day. Nothing can take us apart For we still have each other hearts. Perhaps this is a good start to set your goals, To glow and shine like a bar of gold. Start dreaming and you can set whatever you put your mind to. I believe in you like the flow of oceans as crystal blue. One thing I miss is your sweet, kindness, beautiful personalities that bright like a dove, That was created from heaven above. Promise me you won’t feel too down I will always still be around. We can meet each other in this secret land Where you can always hold me by the hand. You are your own woman now and I know your choices will grow like a flower that blooms, A sweet smell of your future success like perfume. No need to be lonely I be right next to you. By Jacob Cuadro
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Hand By Hand
When I forget the things you tell me, It’s not for lack of listening, It’s just life getting in the way; It’s me thinking about your words, Telling others too, Because I think it’s fascinating, So that so many memories, In such a small amount of time, Are connected back, And overlap. I could kick myself, For every word you told me, That I forgot, Because I want to hear, And know what’s on your mind; Because you’re important, And I don’t want you to forget that.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Forgetting