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TheSanguinary Mar 2021
It had been a while
Even tho no tears were shed
I could feel it was a wound tt would possibly leave a huge scar
I had no bad intentions when i said it
I had no ill meaning when i did it
I did it out the pure feeling of longing
Out of the innocent feeling of yearning
If i had to mke an apology
I would apologising for loving a woman like a lil girl

It was all love at first
And that love kept growing n spiraling out of control
Everytime my hrt beat ...... i swear i could feel it ...... as if its about to break through the cage
Everytime i put my hand on my chest it was as if im trying to calm a mad dog down
A feeling i loved n hated
Cause Everytime it reminded me of how deep it was
How deep the wound was gonn be
As i kept replaying the worst case scenario in my head
And making more rush decisions
In a sad attempt to protect my heart

In the end it didn't hurt
At least not at the moment
But the longer i sat there the more i could feel the wound opening
As if its about to rip my hrt in 2
I clucthed at my chest
Held on for dear life
The laughter echoed in the empty starry nyt
Reminesce of a broken heart,
No.......broken mind
As i sat there feeling regret from the word protect your heart.
Its that feeling u get wen u r hurt...... funny cause u knew it was gonn hurt bad
Mary Groom-Hall May 2018
Remember,
he's the golem.
Not the god of unending
desperation,
but only a minion,
a ******* child
with no inheritance.

Don't forget
he's the golem
in time of dust and whirlwind.
Reap it, and weep it,
wasted tears for ******
children and **** stars
are futile.

Recall
he's the golem.
Stagnant pools have awakened,
roaring like tsunamis. Black men
shot for no reason, praying
in Spanish punishable
by death.

Reminesce.
He's the golem.
Golden staircase leads to hell.
There is no heaven, only
mothers weeping. ****
the land, laugh at dying heroes,
"Winning."

Regret
he's the golem.
Truth has laid her face against
the stone, its cold facade
no comfort. The blade descends
on liberty.  We are her
cast-off children.
lynnia hans Aug 2016
i love you with every ounce of my heart
even though the shores & waves are keeping us apart
my heart beats for you & you alone
thinking of you forever in my dreams & hopes
i cry & tear at myself whenever a thought of you races through my mind
because you're not like any other kind
my eyes well up with joy, timidity & sadness as i reminesce our past
hoping eternity & time is not our permanent enemy to separate us cause i love you dearly so. i need you in my life cause without you, i have nothing, a piece of my heart feels shredded & torn away everytime something barricades us.

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