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What was I hoping for in this life...

a true story in a positive category, in a beautiful setting of things to inspire, a loving tale of Passion, to be able to strengthening my thoughts for poetic forms, words to be revised to commondate my life.

My emotion is golden the truth on my sleeve 
my heart bleeds for pain, I'm use to it, nothings changed.
Dreams to share, thoughts of someone to care.... in what seems to be  a carless world.  
No love.
No tears or mercy for me.

Jump start my heart to believe in some type of love, at least for certain times in my life when needed.  I've pleaded for sympathy and gain hate, a possible fate to heighten my struggles, topped off like a cherry. To bury my pain in the darkest part of my mind, unfortunately unforgettable, another chapter for the lessons in my life.

I've became older, chips on my shoulder, bad thoughts I've became colder. 
 Sleepless nights....
Seasons change, I remain the same to the best of my abilities knowing what I'm capable of, depending on how  far I'm pushed. 

 I list of lies told of personal gain to maintain their life style.  To achieve self intitled dreams that they believe....lies told to themselves.
Seems  like I don't matter
Tears run frequently like the waterfall of life at the edge, ends tragicly
scars doesn't heal reminded by the slightest touches of her hands, questions brought up of what's felt, as she listens to my heartbeat.  
Souls melt...
Every part of me she kisses helps ease some of my pain.  Like a thief time is stolen.
Why am I feeling different...
I want someone to just listen because my thoughts to me are golden moments

 heart broken dreams without love to intertwined with the thorns, and life isn't a rose.

I want To be understood and not be judge by my actions or the mistakes of my past or laughed at because I stumble, maybe fail in there eyes, I'm not concern.
the fire in my belly blazed of emotional flames as I attempt to maintain my composer, directing the music of my life.  

And regusrdless to what u may think this is who I am.
No lover or fighter 
A survivor
A Poet, who cherish every golden moment of my life.
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