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Tale of a Broken Heart That Isn'T All Broken

He killed me.
No, he is killing me.

With every kind word about *her* he stabs a knife into mine. 

He mustn't know. 

I put on a happy face. A smile that is fake transparent.

He mustn't know how he is killing me.

The tears overflow my heart, but I keep them in. No one can know. 

Cold.

Stoic.

Heartsick.

Perhaps I deserve this pain....I hurt him first. It seems fair that he do it to me with good measure. 

That he make me suffer and bleed.

He mustn't know how much he is killing me.

However, I'm not broken. I'm shattered. 

He is just making my pieces of smaller; harder to put together again....

Will he touch her with my blood on his hands? 

Will he love her?

Will *she* love him?

I guess "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is just a load of crap. 

I just didn't think it'd hurt this much when he's with someone else. 

It felt good to kiss him again, he said he liked it. But.....

He kills me again. It's a good thing emotional blood is invisible, 
because I am covered in it.

How do I perfect the brick wall surrounded by steel on my heart? Behind my eyes? 

He can bring me to life, but he kills me. Even though we aren't together, 
he still holds my heart in his hands.

I don't think he realizes it.

If he ever will.

And now I am laying in a puddle of my own blood- my heart
ripped out and beating across the room. 
I'm still alive because it hasn't been crushed. 

I'm alive because my shadow hasn't been ripped away from me. 

Sometimes it's hard to be stoic....hard to be cold 
when the tears want so bad to spill over and mix with my blood that's on the floor.

I don't think he knows how I can feel my heart swell as it breaks. How heartsick I am.

He knows I care. He doesn't know how much...

I am dead.

He's killed me 

I don't think I can be more dead than this, now I am just a shell until I breathe again

With him, my heart beats and is back in my body 

He is mine. 

My Akri.

My one.

The one who can break my heart because he holds the knife in his hand. 

But if he wants ....I wish him happiness. I wish him love. 

All in the world. 

I want the best for my Akri. 

I....love him.

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each gleaming candle with it's yellow glow, surrounds her beauty like an aura. Her
eyes are like a cats..sparkling with curiousity and wonder as she swirls in her dress
skirts around her chamber. I feel my breath hitch, i can't believe i am hiding amongst
her filthy garments, peeping tom; i scold myself.

her chocolate locks sweep in circular motions as she twirls and swirls in swifter
motions-almost inhuman in her gracefulness. Her lips part as the words to her song
exit her teeth. The colour midnight looks lovely in contrast to her pale, ivory skin. It
makes my center warm and even further south boil with intense heat.

I lick my lips as my mouth waters; i suppress a sexually charged growl that was
broiling in my chest. I grip the edge of her garment bag, the intense heat in me
reaching a point of explosion.

Without thinking, I hum softly to the song that she sings to the quiet of her
chamber. I have apparently frightened her when she abruptly stops and faces her
garment bag. I stiffen. "Who is there?" she asks, her voice shaky and but her petite
frame tight.

I gulp and take a breath as i stand up, revealing myself from my hiding place. I have
the satisfaction to see that she is only in her dress skirts and a thin silk lingerie top.
The heat in my member worsens and i fight to control the bulge in my shorts. "Why
are you in here? If my father were to know..?"

Of course, i am only a kitchen boy. I drew in a breath, reluctantly tearing my eyes
away from her delightfully full bust and stare at her even more beautiful black orbs.
I bow when i remember your title. "Your highness..." it comes out breathless and
strained, my heart pounds in my chest as i fight the ecstacy swarming wildly through
my veins.

I am unable to tell why i am here, but the truth of me following you to become your
secret lover is highly unlikely of me not telling you. I straighten, you seem to have
relaxed a bit; you seem more irrestible now than before. The bulge in my shorts
tightens and feels like bursting, if you have noticed, you don't utter a word.

Soon, i am unable to control myself. I close the gap between us, cradling your neck
and caressing you soft skin as my lips connect with yours. You are shocked, but you
adapt and lean in to me, returning my abrupt gesture of desire and affection. You
guide us back to your bed, a little too far and we fall upon the mattress, my hands
caress your body-sliding up and down your sides, my other cupping your breast.

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Enchanted Evening

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger
you may see a stranger across a crowded room,
an' somehow you know, you know even then,
that somewhere you'll see her again and again!

Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
you may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
an' night after night as strange as it seems
the sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams!

Who can explain it, who can tell you why,
fools give you reasons, wise men never try!

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In Gods Arms

Month one

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long

but I have all my organs.

I love the sound of your voice.

Every time I hear it

I wave my arms and legs.

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy

today I learned how to suck my thumb.

If you could see me

you could definitely tell that I am a baby.

I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.

It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that makes you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad.

It makes me sad too

and I cry with you even though

you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy

my hair is starting to grow.

It is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said that I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy

I am okay.

I am in God's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

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Best Poems Written by Princess Corazon

Fallen Angel

Love Is Stronger Than Hate

Oil Spill In the Gulf

A Witches Halloween

Tale of a Broken Heart That Isn'T All Broken

Tears, Blood, War

Bang Bang (Rap)

Night of Passion

Enchanted Evening

In Gods Arms