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I write because I hurt,
I write because
I'd rather not bleed.
                                                                                          Jon York    2019
Apt it is for love,
To chew the anger
Though needed amplification
in spite of vulnerable trust
which stands with statements
to fight pessimism.
Invaded by problems
terms and conditions applied
congratulated by complications
brings sometimes bad time
It tries to avoid instabilities
yes, love is Lengthy
And sometimes immiscible!

Better enthuse given
coupled with dulcet smile
It prefers to be lifelong
Not surprised by blunders added,
paving way for burly feelings
with artistic sensation
True, love is Lengthy
not same for all,
specific in marvy feelings
surely provides life lessons,
for it takes billions of pages
with primacy, the same
It is and will remain incomplete!
I know you lay awake wondering when your time will come
you have dug your way out of the ground
everything that tried to bury you has failed
you were created to to put the night sky to shame and you were born with fire in your blood
you are the exception
the difference
using your energy to try to align your life with theirs is only pulling you away from everything you're meant for
you were never meant to look like them
there will come a time where you will be so glad you never settled for the ordinary
When you die,
I’ll shed a tear,
Not because your gone,
But because you won’t be here,
Not because I’ll miss you,
But because I cannot kiss you,
The dying doesn’t scare me,
Being alone is what I fear.
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