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Write right
Never trite
Pen’s might
No fright
Heart’s bright
Soul’s flight
Blissful sight
No spite
Poet’s write
A pride
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
Eve
Time
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
Eve
The year of the downfall
The year of the broken
The month when every human built walls
The month when returned with pride every token
The week of the undying lust
The week of the of the pardons of the unjust
The day the skyscrapers fell
The day the dirt started to rot
The hour of the broken majestic bell
The hour of your first cut
The moment of truth
The moment of dead roots

Those are nothing,
Nothing,
Compared to
     That moment I lost you.  ~~

-fir.m
^_^ p.s nothing too personal
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
Eve
My love
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
Eve
Trembling with every thought of him
I ache a love I can never achieve
I hold my emotions captive in this dreadful tin
I mean no harm, I just love, will it **** you to believe?

I’m not trying to take him from you
My heart is red and not blue
He’s something completely out of my reach
His heart is extremely difficult to breach,
you’re the only gifted one here
don’t worry it’s not that difficult to bear
or maybe it just is...

I have but accepted my place
within the zones of friendship
I've only suffered from a fallen grace
and a heart which has been ripped
But who cares about the shattered love
Maybe it’s just the one above
God Almighty,
I shall never doubt thee
For he knows best

Come to think of it,
What have I lost?
Nothing to be exact
It is he who lost something
something real and true;
my love that is.

-fir.m
jo.p
idk if i still feel it but you avoiding me because of her is helping me.
you both think i don't know but i do know
i wouldn't tell you guys ofc not, i love yall both.
i can't be a treath for something i can't achieve.
my little love will remain where it has always been, in my heart and mind and now HP <3
.-.
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
ryn
Listen
 May 2015 Tahirih Manoo
ryn
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••••••••
••••••••••••••••
sound of running puddles•
listen...to the          as they make
window pane•             their way out
   pelting my                         of stagnant
       the rain•                    troubles•listen
            sound of                  ...to the calm
                   ...to the                calling of
               listen                     the moist
            •                          breeze•as it
                 whispers its hopeful
        promises and decrees• 
listen...to the chaos in
   my heart •  heals it-    
self everyday  be-    
fore again it gets    
torn apart      
••••
        

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