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When Yesterday Was Today

On cold evenings
Surrounded by friends
Warm and
Safe
I could stay up forever
Taking strength
From the blackness 
Talking
Dreaming
Feeling that I could float upward
And walk with the stars
On their lonely journey 
Through heaven.

There was a girl 
I was with then
Tall
Graceful
And beautiful
When I first saw her
I wanted to feel her softness
Her breathe on my cheek
Her hand  
Brushing against my thigh
When I held her close
And even closer
I wanted her 
To say she loved me.

Together
Our love
Had a perfect balance
Of
Teasing and challenge
Spontaneity
Courtship
And seduction.

A subtle change
That I never understood
Came about
The closer we became
The more anger
And resentment followed
When she smiled I was envious
When I laughed she was angry
We broke up
We were young
It was my fault
Her fault
Our fault
Or blame it on the times we lived in.

Outside my room
Footsteps echo
In a long and empty hallway
And like an undeliverable letter 
A message scrawled 
To no one in particular
Haunting visions are 
Returned to me
The slenderness of her waist
The way she arched her back
The touch of her hand
The way she kissed
I feel her presence
Yes, I relive all that.

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A jaded man

The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart. 

He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.

Until he spits her treachery up
with a sickening heave,
in the shallow, murky gutter
of a jaded man's reprieve.
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Sweet Deathly Rose

Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet,
A ruby red, yet so discreet.
She'd never seen a hue my blue.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Her fragrance wafted on the breeze,
And all were drawn to her with ease.
I put down roots near her and grew.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Though in her garden all seems well,
there still are things she hates to tell.
Her thorns, a shield, conceal what's true.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Beneath her thorns, resentment grows.
Disturb her and her petals close!
I learned too well what could ensue. . . 
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A casual remark was said.
Her ruby rose turned scarlet red. . .
I guiltless pled. Did I misdo?
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A fury she had kept so deep
had been unleashed; it made me weep.
Retaliation cut me through.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A leaf of peace she offered me:
Be friends, but only partially.
But I refused and shall eschew
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.




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Wind Rider




An old man sits peacefully in deep thought
Missing teeth, milky eyes . . .  leathery skin
Wind Rider his name  – a shaman 

The young man seethes in anger
Strong, excitable . . . limbs in constant motion 
Standing Bear his name  – dangerous and violent 

Smoke curls lightly into the sky
A sacred moment upon the plain
Old to the young – a story

The soft voice rises . . .  catches the wind 
There is a battle that rages within each of us
. . .  two wolfs circle each other

One is evil . . .  it’s spirit is angry filled with
jealousy, sorrow, greed, arrogance, guilt
resentment, inferiority, lies . . .  ego

The other wolf is good --- it’s spirit is filled with
joy, peace love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy
generosity, truth, compassion . . .  faith

Each wolf is strong and howls into the night wind 
Yellow-red eyes flair, deep throated-growls, bared fangs
Breathing hard they attack

Wind Rider lifts his heavy head
Feels the sun . . .     waits

Standing Bear thinking  . . .  finally asks
Who will win?

Wind Rider smiles 
The one you feed



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David Meade
11/28/2014
Live Generously

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Behind the mask

Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see

'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries

Behind the mask it is unseen paralyzing, piercing pain
With arrogance and self-assurance camouflaging the shame

Behind the mask is hidden my true Identity.
Seek and survey the signs of my obscurity

Behind the mask is veiled a heart that’s been broken
Held together by unexpressed resentment and animosity unspoken 

Behind the mask is where my insecurity hides,
Like realism wrapped in riddles, you must read between the lines

Behind the mask is where I cover my falling tears
Dig just below the surface and you’ll unearth my crippling fears

Behind the mask there are cloaked secrets unexplained and untold
Decipher the symbols to crack my encrypted codes


Behind the mask you’ll uncover my True expressions 
Remove and reveal parodies, and expose the false impressions

Behind the mask, it is hidden, my Individuality.
Not acting out some script of who I’m thought to be

Behind the mask is obscured my, vulnerability
 Suppressing the mounting manifestation of the inner me

Behind the mask it is disguised, my true reflection
Underneath open wounds inflected by rejection 

Behind the mask rest crushed and shattered dream
Where fear muzzles roaring whispers and screeching silent screams

Behind the mask is buried, my stolen youth
Deception, and cover-ups, masquerading as facts and truth

Behind the mask is where I screen the confusion
Look close and you’ll find, trickery and deception, draped in fantasy and optical 
illusions

Behind the mask it’s stifling; it is hard for me to breathe,
The walls of deceit  that i have built ,are quickly  closing in on me. 

I am trapped behind facades of smirks and phony smiles.
So may I please remove this mask just for a little while?

Chiquita Baity

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I Wish

The last day I saw you,
You weren’t smiling,
You weren’t happy
The last day I saw you,
I didn’t know I’d miss you
The day I walked in and I heard you were gone
My heart crumbled into pieces,
I didn’t want to listen,
To the voices inside my head
To the thoughts that invaded my brain
Like parasites competing to gain,
A spot in my body

What was I supposed to do?
How could I understand?
You were gone
You disappeared into the ground
The hard,
Cold ground

I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
I wanted to know everything about you
 
I hadn’t seen you in months
I told you good-bye more times than I said hello  
I pushed you away,
Look at where it got me

When you left
Everyone around me hurt
Thinking about your name hurt,
The material things you left behind hurt,
Everything and everyone hurt

They say the dead find peace
One way or another,
I want to know if you found the peace you deserve
I hope you preserved
The memories of the ones you adored
I wish you were here
I wish you could see the dent you left
Because my heart is bent

My legs can’t walk anymore
Because walking means moving
And I don’t want to move on 
I can name 365 people for every day of the year
That miss you 
For every precious day that goes by
We miss you in a different way


52 people who still cry every night
Thinking of you,
You were astonishing
I never got to tell you that,
I probably would have never told you that

Sadness isn’t part of what I feel now
I feel resentment,
Why were you taken away?
In the most cruelest of ways

Call me selfish because I want you back
Sorry,
Not to make you feel bad or anything,
But we needed you,
We still need you

After all,
I wish I knew you
I wanted to know you
But, I never got to know you

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Rhythms Of The Heart



We try our best to maintain good rhythm But at times life gets in the way The every day challenges of modern living The demands we face each day The greatest reward we receive in the end Is happiness and true contentment At peace with the world and all things pure Not harbouring any resentment The ultimate aspiration of every human Is a journey free from hassle Filled with many accomplishments Where your home is really your castle Rhythm is an extremely important part Of contentment and a happy life Good rhythm lends us a sense of well being A journey free from strife © Jack Ellison 2014

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Against Humanity

Our world was fashioned flawlessly,
purpose perched purely.
its beauty sealed sweetly
Like the journey of a rose.

Dreamers dream swiftly,
Fishermen fish profusely,
But the living lies that breed men
has smothered them to a downward spiral.

Desire flickers for greatness.
Wanting and seeking for paramount prowess,
The hallowed place we once dwelt
is now suffused with surreptitious despair.

The earth encumbered their cravings,
Richness of raging unity coveted,
But their infuriating resentment
Has made the waft of death unrated

Beyond the gentle the gush of a storm,
The coolness of the raging fire,
Our world that once blossomed
has been splashed with splendid manslaughter.

What truth could be behind these lies?
What could be the ultimate sacrifice
to make this dreadful pandemonium suffice
the bloodshed of innocent honesty...?


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Painstaking Views

A child's view:

"Why did you leave us dear mom and dad?"
"Did we do something to make you mad?"

Tears on our faces, as we see you drive away.
"Please come back, we'll be good everyday!"

Our foster mother hates us, we don't know why.
Maybe she hits us, because all we do is cry.

My sister tries to protect me, but she gets beat instead.
It's hard not to hate her, she raps her knuckles on our heads.

But I'm just 3, my sister barely six.
We don't know what happened...how do we fix?

"Where are our brothers? We miss them so!"
"How can you love us and just let us all go?"



An adult's view:

Scars of abandonment haunt our souls.
Self confidence battered and full of holes.

Hate and resentment learned so young.
Our spirits crushed, our sorrows unsung.

Trusting of others is extremely hard.
Self protecting.......eternally on guard.

Escaping the past, we run away.
Coping mechanisms always in play.

Failed relationships in abundance.
Struggling against all compliance.

Memories buried in recesses of the mind.
Lessened only by the passage of time.

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You have it all

Written as the words poured out after I read a lady’s poem this morning on the 
soup.

You have it all

I hear it all. I read it all
All the lack of life’s contentment
The mind goes on, and on and on
Pouring out resentment
Cause this is what mind’s all about
It’s fickle and it’s dull
Mind can always cause one trouble
But never make one whole.

You’re given all you need my friend
To have heart filled with joy
All you need is self-acceptance
But your world you do destroy
By wanting what you cannot have
As you live for future days
Or the past that’s gone forever
Hey lady, Lift your gaze.

You were given everything
The day that you was born
The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing
The beauty of the dawn
 But now you’ve let your mind take over
So you live in misery
Learn to still the thoughts, my friend
And then you will be free

22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.

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Remembering Rwanda

Before the blast in April's darkened sky. . . before the electrifying surge of insurgency - when trucks and tanks were used to block the roads, and when men and even boys were sought to aid in one malicious purpose. . . before the rampant slaughter - the raining of machetes down on flesh and bones and the cornucopia of corpses left like butchered carcasses on highways, nearby houses and in churches. . . before the plundering, the rapes and mutilations and the exodus of thousands to death-infested camps, there were whisperings - insidious and portentous to the ears of the wisely suspicious - and a voice on the airwaves spewing hate. Before it all, there was a brewing of resentment of a people with a history of poverty and of transitory freedom and capricious politics. And through it all, with such grave consternation, governments debated. . . waited. . . . . . . and waited, playing with semantics while thousands dead became the hundred thousand, and three long months - unrivaled for its number of atrocities - came to its completion. Seemingly, peace has been restored and punishment stingily doled out. Time moves on . . . except for half a million for whom compassion by the world was spared.

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if my life was upside down

if my life was upside down i'd bump my head against the ground i'd trip over ceiling fans and i'd shake feet insted of hands i wouldnt keep any pocket change but i would keep a blood rushed brain every smile would be a frown living life upside down life upside down would be a mess confusing your right from my left people would say bottoms up but if i did i would spill my cup it sure would be funny when friends came around they wouldn't ask whats up? they would sarcastically ask whats down for those of you.....who wake up in bed in the morning when i wake,.... i wake down insted people always tell me to keep my head up high i look at them with resentment and walk away and sigh pictures never seem to stay when i hang them on the wall being upside down they always seem to fall i always have a hard time writing what i say and when i use my pen the ink flows the other way its funny how people complain about how life keeps them down but they haven't experienced living life upside down

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Why

So much sadness
Too many lies
One persons promise 
Another’s demise

Regret and resentment
Just hurt in disguise
Failure and upset
Lead to despise

How could they do it?
What did I do wrong?
My fault, no theirs
I’m not that strong

I keep my promises
I forgive them again
I give everything I have
I take them all in

I feel only pain
I see all their lies
I don’t deserve this 
So I ask, WHY?


Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend





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My Calling

Reasonings

Too few
Hopefully more

My resentment flairs
My will ebbs
Still looking elsewhere

I won’t just leave
I care too much
My heart is here
Have more to give

Want answers to my whys
Know I’ll never truly know
Doors of opportunity may open
But I still hold hope
Knowing this is my calling

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Layers Of The Ocean

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..................................A surfaced "Happily Ever After"...........................................

      
RESENTMENT.          .            .      DENIAL     .          .        .      REGRET       .         .

.......................................Forgave, but wont forget...............................................


PRETENDING .            .           .  LOST HOPE .        .        .        .   LIES .        .        .     

.......................................Crying as my heart prys.................................................


PAIN    .        .         .       .        .    HURT     .      .          .         BURNING        .            

.......................................A lifetime of yearning........................................................

SCREAMING  .        .          .       DECIEVING     .        .          .  BLEEDING        .          

.........................................Forever dissapearing ......................................................

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Kill Me

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TAKING BACK LIFE WASN'T EASY

Once life slipped from my young days,
taking away all happiness;
it rained, but flowers didn't grow,
hope was as far as a rainbow...
deprivation and longing
made me shout at my ill fate
to stop its wrongdoing
before it turned to hate.


Yes, taking back life wasn't easy,
but what's left is mine to pursue...
to enjoy before my hour of death;
and I hope that it will continue  
without disrupting the harmony
between love and happy living:
'though lost time can't return,
the present is enough! 


Years have passed and generosity
has flourished in a loveless heart,
now, every friend notices how 
it loves them without resentment;
and they reflect over my words,
" Taking back life wasn't easy...
I fought hard and won
by making the right choices!" 


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A Letter To My Lover

I know that God is the master and all knowing 
and with this gift of life, 
he gave me you without showing
me how to handle all the love 
and feelings thats included
i spend my days trying to show my love;
and work on how to prove it
its been a challenge keeping you to myself
cause other women see what their missing
and you don't have the strength just yet 
to be flattered from a distance
your charm and grace has been misplaced, 
it should be mine and mine alone
and marriage is a scary place 
when the trust is completely gone
the choice is mine for the first time 
i feel that love is not enough
i need more from you cause time has proven
temptation can call your bluff
so ask yourself if this is what you want 
and please make a commitment
today's the day just ask yourself 
if you have any resentment 
for the woman you say you love 
and choose not to be without 
time will not wait you must escape 
if you have any doubt

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Afflictions and Hope

I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?

There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.

Bitterness poisons my thoughts;
Creating a huge dark cloud;
covering the diamond stars that glitter in my mind.

A drought of grace and love dwells in my heart;
And resentment has grown in me as a cactus in a desert.

Shadows of death and doubt breathe upon me,
Like vultures waiting on me as if I was a dying prey.

Destruction is taking a step closer to me every hour.
And I’m folded as a cabbage,
Squeezed on a corner,
Trembling and crying out:

“My LORD, My FATHER,
Why do you forsake me?
Clearly as the clean air; I am nothing without YOU.
Rise up my LORD!
Rise up as the sun rises up at the break of dawn wiping out the darkness,
Let YOUR light shine upon my life and put a song in the bird's heart.
Let me rejoice at the beauty of YOUR sunrise
Let me rejoice at the first ray of light that shines a beam of gold
Let YOUR light dry the tears of anguish and loneliness caused by darkness.
Restore back peace and love in my life.
Kill the torment in my soul
And in its place rise a sweet essence.
Pour rains of grace and love in my dry heart
And bring back to life the sweet fragrant flowers of spring.
Blow away the bitter clouds of thought,
And leave my mind stretched as the universe;
beautified by billions of stars glittering as eternity.
Chase away the dark shadows that breath upon me, 
And let the doves bring to me the twigs of salvation.
For in my inner depths breathes hope and faith in YOU.
Let YOUR deliverance and providence shine upon me as the cloudless noon day sun;
And FATHER;
Let not the light of YOUR eyes set away from me,
Lest I become proud in YOUR eyes.”

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The Hurdles of Forgiveness

The Hurdles of Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a skill, a strength
because it is born out of character
and does not come easy.
It is a  mountain encountered on life’s road, 
a steep climb to condonation,
reaching the summit to find peace and healing 
waiting to embrace you.
Without forgiveness, there can be no peace.

Forgiveness is a choice, an attitude
which must be learned.
unlocking  chains of bitterness and resentment
allowing  the spirit to  soar free.
Forgiveness is a check, ripped in half
cashed only by the mind,
satisfying all debts.
It is the needle that mends the soul.

Forgiveness is love.

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purpose

suffering by the sentence made, the pain wave breaks the surface, the whips cut and the slicing blade, the masters bloody purpose.... to be owned by the master, and treated like a curse, resentment burns hereafter, karma is ten times worse, time repays the master, the next life reimbursed, not blest with this life with laughter, so miserable so cursed "Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter great poetry mate.....Don Johnson

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Echo Your Empathy

You’re my star – I set fire to our firey rose Bouquet of stars – I hand to you – We’re opposites, like poetry and prose You came out of the blue, I’m left without a clue! It all came so soon – the package of surprises All along, you were echoing your leave Anybody out there to help me? Hello? I can’t hear your echo Your echo is what keeps me on my feet I’m a believer…I’m getting discreet Around and round and round, We’re going round in circles We’re doing freestyle singing Swinging side by side…back and forth, Our fate keeps on swinging… Who will fill in the gaps? I never saw the light in goodbye… I’m caving in my ruins…I’m caving in my ruins I admit it – I can’t live without you, Lingering around me like a fly, enchanted by the lightbulb What am I supposed to do with this work of art? I’ve stumbled upon you and fell in love with you But, I’m lost in paradise – dropping levels – there’s mistakes we can’t undo There’s no perfect peace with the world falling at the seams, kissing the debris, Screwing with my head…you won’t ever see a trace of tears on my face – I’m left to be All alone, all along…but without you, I’m stranded in the wilderness… Giving me night-scares instead of dreams of reality I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can hear chaos unraveling; I can hear the commotion of the ocean Falling victim to bittersweet emotion I can’t hear your echo of empathy…I can barely make out any hope in store I miss living my dream! I keep tell you that! – and all you do is ignore I’m on edge and I get upset and cry my eyes out No one can love this monster, but I won’t accept such foolishness I strayed from my heart’s passion and I got all the symptoms Of a guy with a solitary, silver soul….you stole my dignity My pride, my surreal sensations, my innocence Don’t dismiss me as nonsense Echo your empathy… I’m brokenhearted, but I won’t reveal it to you – you never felt for me So, don’t even bother to ask me why I’m crying? ’Cause I’ll never give you the full truth Almost all my life, I’ve been searching for the woman I love…and to find my heart’s tune But, love didn’t seem like enough – good luck will shower upon me soon You and I will view the astounding full moon… Find your way out of the maze of bewilderment I’m treading this rocky road with or without you – I can’t stand tall You are playing games with me, nourishing my resentment I’m swimming home – underneath the surface, feeling oh so blue Feeling the rejection…the jaded corruption banging at my skull I heard you screaming out my name Are you echoing your praise to me? Are you covering up my shame? Are you echoing my empathy? Echo your empathy… my delightful dolphin in the sea I’m screaming at the top of my lungs When I close my eyes, everything seems so fine Is my love good enough for you? I can hear you echo your empathy My voice is fading and dying out, but you’re my baby… My darling angelic friend of mine Our friendship mixed with love is as succulent as wine Listen to my echoes of my appreciation towards you I could make out your echo of empathy Echo your empathy of ecstasy! Give me your all…whisper in my ears I’ve been lost for many-a-years Come out of your black hole and resuce from my demise Echo your empathy upon me if can be so kind and wise Pursue our zealous goals and we’ll echo our triumph I don’t wanna bleed without you I don’t wanna breathe without you I wanna see your face, glistening with grace Gleaming with grace and I feel like I can beat this race I feel so alive for the first time in a lifetime For the first time in forever, you make me feel happy and oh so sublime Our exaltation is beyond amazing… I can’t get yah out of my head You’re my lullaby – I set fire to the pitch-black sky and I ascend so wondrously The firey rose – I give it to you – it’s a gift that’s articulate and almost flawless You blossomed like a precious rose in the Garden of Glory We’re opposites, like black and white, but you and I will never kiss the abyss Echo your empathy…my munificent maid! You’ve grown so much, miss! I can’t put my mind to bed…it’s racing with thoughts of you always and forever It’s racing with thoughts, blooming so true Echo your words of wisdom and hide not in shadows anymore (your hope’s a blur) – Come out of your shell and stop being so insecure Echo your empathy and you’ll be part of my crew

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Wedding Day or If Someone Had Only Told Me

He stopped his father in the drive
put his hand on his fathers arm
"I'm not sure" he started to say
"this marriage is for me"
His father looked him over  - this son
this youngest of all his children
the sweetest brightest one of all
about to ruin his life
"Dont then" he said "stop it now, or you'll
bring children you can't abide. 
Resentment will ruin everything
that you are inside.
She'll deny you love
she'll poision your soul
She's a blood sucking bitch from hell
no one's going to tell you
no one's going to say
that not one of us can stand her
she's really in the way."

Then the light snapped on.

Wedding day.

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Crawl into Me

Scattering into broken pieces
Of debris,
My life has become a black painting
Of nothingness,

Within myself I see,
 You concealing me,
I feel droplets of misery
Crawling into me, to simply become…
Me… 

I wonder if my tears
Could water the eternal desiccation,
That fills my life with hopelessness…
When will “I” reappear?

Nothing but this undying pain
Remains,
The memories I thought would 
Never die…
Have killed the happiness…
And have gone away,

Like eternity,
My sorrowfulness is my days,
Is my dreams, is my prevailing thoughts, is
 Everything that creates my life…
It’s me…

Rage flows in my veins,
Like boiling blood;
I’ve become an explosion
Of resentment…
Like a volcano of red, burning hatred,

All these particles of my sorrow,
Crawl into me,
Triggering a reflection
Of the person I don’t want to be…
The Me in me…

Crawl into me…
The person I was,
The person that you were…
The person I want you and me to be…

“Farah,”
The calling of my name revived me
From talking to my shadow,
“Farah, go to sleep...You have school tomorrow!” 
My mom yelled…

Before switching off the lights,
I glanced at my shadow again
With tears in my eyes,
And quietly muttered,

“Crawl into me...”
 


 


 






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A Second

a second
that's all it takes
a single second
and it can all change
love turns to resentment
you could lose them
you will have to fight for them
work for their love
you can't just let them slip away
someday they'll snap
loving you won't be enough
not if you don't give love
they just want to feel noticed
they're not too complex
a simple need that you can easily fulfill
but it takes a little time
can you give the time
or shall you wait for the second