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Kasaundra Watta May 2010
stuck on a path of no return
the fire of love with always burn
through your soft, breakable heart
the pain of love with surely start

more then just a willowing fright
the road of love will set you right
stright, down the street of torment
the pain of love leads you to decent

so i ask myself one simple question,
the fire of love leads to a sudden depression
but is it all really worth it
cause love will slowly rip you  apart
bit. by. bit..
Inspired By Micheal Preston<3
silli Oct 2015
I had pulled you to the top
I scraped my knees and burried my hands
You sore above
While my wings were your guide
I opened you up into my world
Let you hold the gold
In times dueing
It turned to dust
But you covered it up
With a smile and lust
And the only reason i find this out
Is because you blow the dust
Stright into my mouth
I dont give you the satisfactory of seeing me choke
But on the inside i cant breath
And you will never know
My world around slowly cumbles
And you walk out the door
I vist the world of others
To help rebuild my own
But i feel like all their gold i touch
Turns to dust
And that i am the burdan weight apon their shoulder
So i return back to where i belong
I scrape my knees
And bury my hands
In a place that used to made of gold
Now covered in dust
And alone
...
But atleast
You're at the top of this world
Thats my boy
CynQuavia Sep 2011
I found you looking at me
and tought wow what a beautiful sight
You came up to me and said I found you.
I wondered why you said 'ifound you'
Then you told me years later*
I found you looking at me
and said wow
You told me you found a bestfriend
someone to tell everything and share everything
You found a crazy Girl with microbraids and
a tatto that said I love Blue
You looked at me and said I do too
we started being friends and then besties
i told you everything and so did you
when i left you would txt me and sayi miss you,
I love you, when are you coming back,
Things been differnt for so long
I came back and you said I found you
You fund a Girl with long stright weave in her head with a white polo
and said Wow is that you
Thats me
your bestfriend you found 3years ago
This isnt really a poem I just wrote what i was feeling when going through a rough time and someone was there for me! Enjoy comment thanks
A Dec 2013
Far, far behind.
I can barley see you.
I pick up the pace,
But the others are too.
Its still early in the race,
I know i can make my way
So i plan ahead,
I pray i make it there someday.
Time goes by.
You are clear to me.
Im coming in closer.
Others can clearly see.

Now i'm an inch away,
My heart beats fast.
I come in next to you.
I just need to relax.
I can't relax.
Im so close to winning.
I can see the finish line
Cameras flash as im grinning.

I turn around,
To look for you.
I push by people,
"I NEED to get through! "
And then i see you,
farther behind.
Running with a girl.
Who hasn't yet crossed the line.
  
I have one the race,
I get the prize,
But it doesn't  mean anything,
Without you by my side.
I've grown too attached,
To your loving eyes
Your smiling face,
I just want to cry.

Maybe if i failed,
And stuck with you,
I would of won big,
Knowing were both number 92.
But i gave it my all,
Ran stright ahead.
But i never expected,
This alternate end.

I am no champion.
I am no winner.
I feel bad your pride.
I feel like a sinner.

Theres another race tomorrow,
But you cannot attend.
You need to be a winner,
And i need my friend.

I wanna drop my victory.
But my love is a secret.
People will assume why I quit,
So i cant express it.

Then again- i know you.
We have bonded for some time.
I know you'd want the best for me.
So i cant leave this behind.

I will do this for you.
I will do this for us.
I dont wanna compete.
But i know i must.

So goodbye for now.
It might work out fine.
Maybe I can look foward to you,
Behind the finish line.
humble man with traits one cannot fatham,
he walks with his head high,
his legs and back stright and strong,
body with muscles as meak as a millionares pocket,
mind is open but controlled,
assigned with a number as his brothers,
the extent he will go is an infinaite plethera,
for his country without even really wanting to.....
Banker 2010

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