Oh God,  
Cleanse our souls the same way you cleanse an entire nation
simply by the miraculous causes of evaporation.

when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder, but a glimpse on who I will be.
This will not be the last you hear from me,
for I'll always be there for you.

I changed and aged into someone better,
not because I chose to, but because I had you in my corner. My life differs than that it was a year ago, and you're to thanks.
Even though we have drifted apart, and the situation we are in will always destroy me in the inside. But I'll still be kicking and screaming, for I am alive.

So when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder of our times spent together, but a glimpse on who I am, Who I was, and who I will be. And hopefully down the road, this will not be a bitter reminder to me on who we where, what we had, but, hopefully, as I pray everyday, *what we will be..

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I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you

I wanted to write today.
My fingers itched.
My head pained.
Words were not coming.
In my heart. In my brain.
Felt uncomfortable
by this strain.
Have I stopped loving him?
Is it a writer's block?
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
....
blank page in front of me.
The poet is the clock.

In unconventional form my thoughts are not restrained,
nor is my curious charm, for neither shalt be tamed,
and those unchained thoughts fairer are
when incongruently arranged; and wilt be perceived by
sights power and the apprehension gained.

Therefore, against all burden I resist, and readily carry the
suppleness of my worthy bearing
-here where I literally speak no words in a
wordplay tryst unerring.