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At first sight he is a tall man
in any light he is handsome and
At first sight it is easy to miss
Candle light eyes charisma soft as a kiss
In sunlight it is easy to see
Man of pride courage and peace
In the night I feel his ease
Unfolding his mind as he talks to me
What a first sight he has given to me
So special so devine
Making me strong and weak.
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You were the epitome of strength and solidity
The whole world you brightened, not just mine
Your stories were told with unmatched lucidity
Though the laughter and fear would entwine
We all saw, we all knew the worst could come
But you smothered the pain with a smile each day
You called me beautiful, gave me courage and then some,
But no amount of courage could make you stay.
I’m broken. My heart hurts. Goodbye.
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The Dark Side of the Moon
I don't mind living alone on the dark side of the moon
if it will keep me from feeling the pain of another wound.
These cold November skies have brought all sins to light.
I need a hiding place where each moment is dark as night.
I will always love you, but my darling, please let me go.
Before I kiss you one last time, I want to let you know
if you ever find the courage to finally set yourself free
look on the dark side of the moon. That's where I'll be.
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I do not love dreams, I love reality.
I do not believe tomorrow, today I believe.
My life has been, just the relationship with the crop,
I have not meet anyone who just come close to me?
I'm not the world's one, it's just a person's tention.
I do not have to say anymore, just trust myself to do it.
Every time it goes away leaving many questions.
Every time new comes new questions by adding new ones.
I do not believe in those who come to work after words?
I do not have to courage to be afraid of those who fear me?
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The snows so white
and glistened in the light.
It is undisturbed
like the dead of night.
Her love is so pure,
so sweet and kind.
There's nothing in the world
that could change her mind.
The smell of the rain,
as it cleans the world.
It feeds the trees,
that help us breathe.
Her love is like rain,
it cleans his past.
It feeds the good,
no one thought he had.
The sun shines bright,
and guides the way.
It radiates heat
in the coldest days.
Her love's so strong
it's overwhelming.
But it gave him courage,
to change his ways.
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With him hid a thousand sonnets
That couldn’t fit into fourteen lines or
Even words.
With him hid poetry
With him hid my frightened heart
With him hid my fears as he took them by the hand
To a far away land.
Among him settled my sadness as he took it all in,
Oh! Within him was courage to hand
me a gun, with the power to pull the trigger
Hoping I wouldn’t because maybe my
Hand wouldn’t slip.
That maybe kept his glistening green eyes
Glued to my crooked smile and boring stories.
~ Andrea Beyer
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Partly this is one of his dream that he is catching up with as if a shooting star he's captured like he captures my luminary sense as well as my blindsight
beautifully done
his foot ran eagerly with courage,
which i notice with heed
his hands willing and able to utilize,
yet i know of his patience
his strength admirable like showing a blind eye to catch a glimpse of light
regardless
his courage along with his precious foot carry him to fulfill a dream beyond perception
priceless
his smile captures my soul
regardless of whether
his feet moved yet he threw that ball with more than a smile
and courage but with growth
GOOD JOB JOQUINN AMBROSE CHARLEY BELIN ... 1-9-20
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He doesn’t tell me everything is going to be ok but when I look into his eyes I know it’s the truth.
I don’t tell him everything is going to be ok but I hope he can tell by the squeeze of my hand.
He doesn’t tell me that he needs me but he hugs me like he doesn’t want to let go.
I don’t tell him I need him but when we kiss I don’t know what I would do without him and I know he is the only one who could ever truly make me happy.
He doesn’t tell me he loves me but I pray to God it’s true and that one day he will find the courage to tell me.
I don’t tell him that I love him but I hope he can hear it in my voice when I say his name, and that one day I will find the strength to form the words.
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She says she doesn’t
Doesn’t believe it
Love is impossible
Everyman she’s dated
All minds were deflated
All they want to do is bump and grind
You can read between the lines
You really know what I mean
Sexual gratifications
Never a vacation
All they want to do is bump and grind
You know what I mean
She is more than just a object a sex toy
She’s somebodies sister, daughter
So in remission
She awaits marriage
Maybe one man will have the courage
To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon
Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight
Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower)
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
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Marriage
is being stuck in the elevator with that hot flirty associate
Clive Christian lux on him invigorating your senses
inviting muscles clearly designed on the twill tight shirt
his butt narrating all there is to know bout "his good loving."
he is the 'baller and the club manager'
and everything about him screams come get me baby
and everything in you screams "All ready for you papi!"
BUT
Finding the strength and courage to suppress all that want
closing eyes and recalling that ugly fight with your spouse this morning
and knowing too well you would rather go home to him/her even though you might not be getting none tonight.
Marriage is knowing the betray,the guilt,and the self-disgust that comes after the deed on temptation is not worth it!
Gladly Coming home to you baby after five!!!
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You're ten feet away and you can't tell
These thoughts that are racing, or that I fell
When I can't get up the courage to let it out
Your on my mind constantly and I've got no doubt
That if you knew, it wouldn't matter
I heard it from a little birdie, i'm not who your heart is after
So I'll do what I have to
To erase every single memory I have of you
And every single thought, right along with it
I cant promise that I won't miss it
I cant promise you that you won't be there
Trapped in my heart for a while, but you won't care
When everything between us I'm used to, doesn't exist
When I'm one of the few you'll never miss
Stuck in a crowd that you'd never notice
I never thought that it would hurt like this
To ignore a feeling that comes so naturally, but it's just another part of another routine
To go on another day, with these feelings locked down deep, trying to avoid some sorta of scene
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I maybe young
a little foolish and naive
but I have come to understand myself
even if no one else does
I may not have all the answers
or even all the right questions
if I know nothing else
I know this
my love for you comes from somewhere unknown
someplace I believe most people never find
or even know exists
it's an abstract wilderness
being overrun by emotions
our moral compass
it houses our deepest fears and insecurities
but also our courage, character,honesty, beauty
it is the dwelling wherein our purest love lies
this is where we find our greatest potential and power
the strength and ambition to progress
...to persevere...to survive
I credit this unknown place
for my faith and credence
in the revelations of life
its complexities
as well as its simplicities
I praise this unknown place
for bestowing upon me the dexterity needed
to possess a fire and an exuberant vitality
to be able to love you beyond words
once I fail to recognize this profound discovery
and stop revelling in its truth
I shall cease to exist
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TODAY I STOPPED A STRANGER
I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW
IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE
BUT I THOUGHT IT REALLY OUGHT TO SHOW
THE LINES OF CONVERSATION
WERE PLAIN AT MY DEFENCE
IT TAKES A LOT OF TROUBLE
TO FIND IT CAN’T MAKE SENSE
SO I TOOK A BIT OF MY HEART
AND LAID IT ON THE LINE
“MY LIFE’S A MESS, I CANNOT COPE
WOULD YOU HELP ME PASS THE TIME”
BUT I SAID GOODBYE ABRUPTLY
AND LEFT TO GO AND HIDE
ALL MY FEARS AND FAILURES
HAD BEEN BOUND UP IN MY PRIDE
I WON”T STOP AND RECONSIDER
WHETHER THE FACE I’LL SEE AGAIN
ANOTHER PAIR OF EYES THAT CARE
ARE ALL I NEED TO GUARD MY HEART WITHIN
FOR SOMEONE ELSE PROBLEMS
ARE NOT THEIRS BUT ALL OUR OWN
AND COME WHAT MAY MAYBE WHAT YOU SAY
WILL LIGHTEN UP A STONE
DON’T TAKE THIS AS ADVICE OR CARE
IT’S WHAT I FOUND IN FACT
A FEW SHORT WORDS CAN CAST A LINE
TO GET SOMEONE BACK ON TRACK
LET FOLLY FLY AND FEAR BE FILLED
IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE IT’S TRUE
THE HEARTS EXCHANGED THE WORDS EXPRESSED
WILL BE ALL WE EVER KNEW
SO TIME IS CLEAR AND CANNOT WAIT
FOR ERRING HEART’S TO SEE
SO STOP A STRANGER ON THE STREET AND DON’T BE SURPRISED
IF YOU FIND THAT STRANGER
EVEN ME
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This thing inside him, would just not let go
would creep up and wake him, but no one would know.
'just one more' he would say in his head,
but that 'just one more' could make him be dead,
This thing inside him, hurts like hell,
leave this man be, he needs to be well.
To judge and to punish, to sneer and ignore,
will only make this thing inside him, make him want more.
This thing inside him, caused nothing but hate,
need's to be helped quickly, before its too late.
the pain and the anger going round in his soul,
needs love and support to make this man glow.
This thing inside him, got a grip of his heart,
took away his choices, kept him living in the dark.
the tears, the shakes, the horrors, the shame,
everyone wonders, just who is to blame?
This thing inside him, I pray will it will leave,
this man will beat it, I truly believe.
with love in our hearts and and hope in our prayers,
this man will live for a 100 years.
This thing inside him, will go away,
never to return, not even 1 day,
not to be powerless and hungry, and life is a mess,
and ashamed for your family for causing the stress.
A poem for all recovering and suffering addicts, please god give them the courage,
strength and support they will need xxx
MaxineJ xxx
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Words for Annie….
Sometimes Annie, we ask the question why?
Why does God allow us to lose a husband or a wife?
We just accept that He chooses to take loved ones to become angels,
And that they will be protectors of the ones we cherish in life.
I want you to let you in on a little soft spoken secret,
I’m apologizing for leaving you pregnant with a broken heart,
Along with the guilt, dishonor and sadness,
Knowing what I know now, is that you loved me and your art.
Annie please forgive me for all the hurt that I caused you,
Over all the past years of never ending or forgotten pain,
I was young, compulsive and a punk with an ego,
Yet Christ redeemed me by His blood that was slain.
You are and will always be my Annie and I am so very proud of you.
You have the strength and courage of a warrior and you deserve the best.
I do not carry around “up here” any harsh feelings or anger,
And please do not get discouraged, this is all a part of Gods request.
Annie, what we shared together was amazing and true,
Even though there were moments of time we wish erase,
I’m glad we got to share that brief moment in time.
I’ll be waiting here for you, to see your smile again in this Heavenly place. I love and miss you Annie….
05-17-14 For my mom and (my daddy who passed away before I was born.)
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You ran over to help me - why when I was nothing to you?
You stopped your car, got out and stopped your time for me - why when I was nothing to you?
You took off your coat and wrapped it over me in the freezing winds - why when I was nothing to you?
You jumped into the water, swam to me drowning to die - why when I was nothing to you?
You fought through flames and hid your cries to free me from fire - why when I
was nothing to you?
You broke the wall with bleeding bare fists to get me out alive - why when I was
nothing to you?
You came to see me in hospital to wish me well, a stranger by my side - why when I was nothing to you?
You answered my question why you risked your life to protect my life not knowing me from the land, sea, sky under the moon.
You held my hand and words fell from your smile words that will never lose this hopeless fool.
You said so softly you helped another because you couldn’t see another in such fear, so lonely or cold or in so much pain, you said you didn’t think about the risks you faced to stop another from an early grave.
Another time, another place I’d hope I’d have the instinctive courage do the same.
Can humanity be the care of a strangers hand to protect another human from feeling pain?
Is humanity seen like the stars in the sky when you give a part of your soul to help another on their way?
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She reached her hand across their marriage bed,
It’d been a stand-off for so many years;
She prayed their love had not grown cold and dead,
His answer could allay her deepest fear:
The love for him she held in unshed tears.
Afraid that they had lost the life they shared,
A life of which he once had spoke with cheer:
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.
He turned to her as though to speak, instead
He turned away to face the wall most near,
Her hand still out, the tears so long unshed
Fell from her eyes, uncertainty made clear:
The hope that lay inside now faded here.
Her heart was pierced, her need for him was bared,
She felt the pain as knives, so sharp and sheer;
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.
For love to bloom, then know it must be fed
And heed these words, your heart upon them wear,
For marriage needs much more than daily bread,
Think not that words of love are not held dear,
For hearts will break when words to silence veer.
She lay upon her marriage, boned and pared,
She prayed he’d speak the words she longed to hear;
Although she now knew that he did not care.
Submitted March 24, 2019
Strength Through Adversity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
[I wrote this poem in 2010 during a time of extreme emotional turmoil in my personal life. This is a reflection of how uncertain fear blossomed into certain awareness which lead to acceptance and the courage to change.]
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I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.
I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.
No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface,
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface,
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.
Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.
Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.
I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack.
I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.
Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!
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Fourteen days...
Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors for music. No lullaby.
Intensive carers, what will become of Ted?
With your skill, experience, resources,
teamwork, measuring, scanning, recording,
what can you know? Assurance so fragile
to hear, to believe, to hope. Yet we trust
your watching, waiting, providing for Ted.
Eight pounds six gave you a start, Ted, but loss
of blood left your vitality distressed.
Three times you endured a lumbar puncture,
just to exclude the chance of infection,
Now at least you are given Mummy's milk.
Now at last Mum and Dad can cradle you.
Phil and Lorraine, who will Ted be for you?
With the waiting, not knowing, sensitive
to every sign, fearing, hoping with time
to pass at the cot side. Reading aloud
from The Fantastic Mister Fox for Ted
to hear the voice of Dad, and Mum holding.
Rex, big brother, who will Ted be for you?
Hard for you to understand the comings
and goings, greetings and goodbyes; broken
routines, conversations. For you and Ted
we hope and we pray, but how will it be
for you together? Your needs competing.
God, who will Ted become? For him the best
is what you desire. Make us strong that we,
that you can give to overcome the hurt,
and so make whole his infant brain. Uphold
with courage and patience Lorraine and Phil;
may their bond promise peace and life for Ted.
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If I had but one last sorrowful day of my life left,
there would be words I would say without delay.
Too long have I struggled, uncertain and bereft,
my tongue silent as though mired in a pit of clay.
Until now, I found myself sifting sand from my soul.
Now, willing to bare my heart's unavowed affection,
I must find the bravura to proclaim it and be bold,
and yet I find myself fearing your gentlest rejection.
Time warily squandered shall never be returned.
So, I'm seeking courage to reveal what I am feeling,
while hoping my sweet ardor shall not be spurned
nor the love for you that I have long been concealing.
Gleaming are stars hovering aloft in evening skies,
but if gathered together, never could they outshine
the luster I descry in the fulgent light in your eyes
when the beat of your heart and mine finally align.
When the pale moon rises to Heaven at zenith height,
its glorious beauty shall emerge from a lunar eclipse.
Not as seductively alluring to be with you on the night
when alas I shall feel a kiss from your sensuous lips.
Thereafter, sunlight shall yawn on the edge of dawn
but your love shall warm me more than his golden rays.
No greater fire is there to be compared with love born
by your searing touch that easily sets my heart ablaze.
If this is but a fantasy, I dare not lift tremulous eyes to see
the response to my avowal, if on your face it is defined.
I shall not bear the heartache if you turn away from me,
for then it would be a benediction, if my eyes were blind.
January 29, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally written in 2016
for a contest sponsored by John Hamilton
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That awkward rendezvous whispering signs of fairy tales
when he stole my gaze as if time got stuck at one place
silent chord of strings started playing a tender note
that echoes within this confined heart
Possessed in love, now my wish to seek solitude departs
And hereby silence of my infatuated love shouts
My silence, it's not just an empty bowl
compelling to get full
It's not a vulnerable me inside a void shell
devoid of courage to stand up
It's just a scared little new born
with fear of falling in oblivion of a sheer pandemonium
My silence does speak,
It screams,
It speaks volumes..louder louder
to let that man hear voices that go unheard
It intends to perceive my uselessness
Thus letting ink to scribble on page that
"Here I am , On this southern pole
admiring that bright northern star
beyond my reach..and yeah too far"
Following him in cloak of shadows in serene darkness
Diving deep into those evergreen rhythmic chorus
His blissful voice taught me this art of listening..silently
my cheerfulness succumbed to slumber with greed of being more sublime
My resistance to read him everyday is futile
Even if he breaks this heart into pieces
I won't shriek nor cry, but silently
with those trickling teardrops of silence,
collect those broken pearls once fallen for him
I won't urge him to be that selenophile
but just hope him to recognize this useless moon in day breaking noon
An illusion indeed
Though aware of truth ,of being just a passerby
And I being the only one with hoarder of memories
This heart throbs with pain, inflicting all wounds
I still wish to remain silent to speak volumes more than my words
because this silence is not my strength nor my weakness
It's a poetry... of my fairy tale,
It's my cure...
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We start the ride fresh and feeling good.
Slowly the first bumps appear.
As we start to climb, the bumps become rougher and quicker.
The doubt creeps in.
I second guess my decision.
Should I have been so quick to take this ride with you.
Should I have taken my time, should I have fastened myself in?
I yearned for the excitement, the thrill of the ride.
I wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline.
I needed to feel fun and carefree.
But the feeling didn't last long....
We go up and down, around and around
From one moment to the next, I never know what to expect.
My heart beats with love one minute, the next it beats with anxiety, the next with uncertainty.
I feel all these feelings, like an engine overload.
Our carriage is bumping and scraping and knocking around.
It is so unstable, I feel it could leave the tracks at anytime.
We reach the final peak, and my heart feels like it will burst.
Like it will burst from anxiety, fear, the pain from the bumps, the love of the ride.
We get off the ride, it will close for the day.
I am tired from the emotions of riding this rollercoaster with you everyday.
I lie in my bed, hoping and dreaming, that tomorrow will be different.
That maybe we can ride the carousel instead.
That we can turn slowly, take everything in, and enjoy this ride together.
That instead of the rollercoaster ride, rushing past in blurs of bumps and grinds and fear and anxiety,
that it can be gentle and colourful and full of music and laughter like the carousel.
But the rollercoaster is our life, because this is what you choose.
You tighten your grip on me and pull me in.
Every time!
I do not need the courage to ride the fast ride.
I need the courage to loosen your grip and ride the carousel.
Though the horses on the carousel will only fit 1, and it may get lonely,
loneliness has to feel better than fear and anxiety?
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That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you
But you kept quiet,
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck
How come I favoured and noticed
and you so fervourless?
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t?
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.
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Barbarously mine
Broken enough
It hurts, it does.
Fearing no repairs,
Not making it abuzz.
Got a control over me,
In ways that can’t be explained.
Take a shot at it,
I’ve got nomore to be lost and nomore to be gained.
Even today your name sends a shiver down my spine
Even today I care for you like you’re all mine
Even today your each action affects
Even today there are some regrets
Even today your words bring me comfort
Even today with your one call I am up and forth
Even today I long, wait and desire for you
Even today my heart belongs to you
Even today after all this while your tenderness provides me warmth
Even today I want ,me and you, to us, to transform
Even today we’ve those distances and all those miles
Yet even today with all this charade you don’t fail to make me smile
Too demanding, too stressed
Lol, an overthinker I am I guess
Despite my heart atrociously been broken even today it calls out for you
Despite every nerve wrecking, every muscle pumping, every teeth clenching in my body, asking me to say no
I hate to admit you’re all that I think for.
Today I have the courage to say, yes I loved and yes I always will
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re my happy pill
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re the best decision I ever made
Even for the royal prince I’d never trade
Today I’ve the courage to say I’ll never fall in love with anyone but you
Today I’ve got the courage to say you’re my dream come true
Even today I’d never change a memory we shared
Even today I’d say I deeply care
You’re my guilty pleasure
You’re my source of happiness
A glimpse of joy, a beam of hope
An unblemished human, an impeccable soul
Not a day passed where I couldn’t find myself lurking down the memory lane
Hoping there’s something left and not everything’s in vain
Thinking of frivolously racing back
To my natural habitat.
Even today I hope, even today
Always and forever if I may.
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