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Jeremy Branston Poem
Fill my heart with all it can imagine. Is as easy as granting a wish. Honor, love, and inspiration. Is , as easy as finding belife. Cuz, i never could of imagined a heart, turn so cold . Camaflaged, with ways of deciet. Proveing heartache and caious. To conquere all joy. My heart can only imagine the oposite of sane. Insane my theroy , cuz not sane to actually belive a heart full of day dreams of magesty and castles with you the pilot light. Where confidence n trust you catrepowrr my might. My heart can image , but imahine a heatt this true . Still be shadowed on all those who wish ill. I still find my love imagination full as heavens sun. But never imagined for all this pain. Your unfaithfulness, deciet, n cruel, infection. Broke my will to fight. Was the day reality came to light. Destroy n all my hopes desires goals and belives. Well my heart couls never imagine the way you decieve. But the day you take my lmage as a heart full of pure love and intent. Appreciated. Not crushed by your unkindness. Is the day for a heart to make me imagine a heart worth belive n and dreaming n possible. The same. Is the day love turns the liars to repay you, with same. Is the day my heart stops ache n for its endless amounts of pain.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2013
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Disappointment my ointment for all your high hopes. These slopes of constant, let downs. My, failure constant . My , sins ,my sorrows, my vage tommorows. Reflecting shadows full of doubt. You , say the fault is mine, let's rewind to the expectations you once placed. Fault is mine, but i was taught by you. Rehab to my life style developed by you.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2018
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Crows feet, in the corners of my eyes. Seems to me like a stamp of frustration, brewed to a wrinkle in the face of time or at least in face of mine.
Crimes , are a mystery, in need of a dective. Crimes of emotion . Are crimes that are in the need of love. Or a shimmer of hope. Try , to stay sober. In need of ,methods to cope. So, pour me my answers and smoke me some insight. Cuz ,all my love is frightened by your trickery. And my world has turned all black. It's, so cold and lonely. When your love stabs you in your back. So, wiery of excuses. So, tired of tanted trust. All alone again ,cuz with no you. There can't be an us.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2018
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CHOICES IVE MADE, SHOW PAINFULL , SHOW SADDNESS.
BORROWED LIGHT, MIGHT I BE ? THE WRONG PERSON TO CHOOSE WHAT SHOULD BE RIGHT? CUZ, IM SUCCES AT FINDING FAILURE. AND THE FROWNS HAVE BEEN MY CLUE. PROBABLY THE REASON I CANT STILL HAVE YOU. SO MANY WAYS TO APPROACH THIS , SO MANY INCORRECT, DOWN IN THE DARKNESS IS WHERE ARE SECRETS ARE KEPT. LOYALTY WHAT WE LIVE FOR , RESPECT IS WHAT WE DIE FOR. BUT LOVE IS MY WAY OF THINKING , PUTTING ME AT NUMBER TWO , CUZ , NOTHING IS BEFORE ID CONSIDER YOU.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2017
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Swish in the hips , high heels , clicks that sound of something wearing stockings. Something sexy, something sweet.something walking ,to a rythmic beat. Tall , perfect, adored by them all. I ,passed her my number . Wonder ,if she will actually call. So, sign me up ,i could follow her for miles. Dam, shes sexy ,cuz even her walk has smiles. Her strut , breaks hearts for many miles. Some, walk fast, but when she walks she ,shares her eye candy.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2018
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FREE , As a bird , As a man , As a KING. Crown , full of valueable stones. Significantly, a statement . My , worth .My wager, my elegance, my dream. Because, a beam of light . Could cause, time travel. Also, could just be A reflection, of something unstable , unsafe , a disgrace. a doubt of my rule. So, heavens send me a sign, of something real. Deal, me a destiny, devine ,unique . Sneak me a peek , a promise . prooveing purpose. Prepaired , profound . A , sound of musical brilliance. A , tone of your sweet memory. That , after this life. Is , yes heavenly .
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2018
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I could speak a million languages , whisper , scream or shout. Id still feel alone , like, whats he talking bout? Some say, i speak with nonsense. Others say, i speak insanity. In all actuality , i plea with humanity. Im mad, sad , angry, and fed up to. Im asking many question. Which may not relate. To you. I share my experience, and disclose my emotion. But, if there where only some magic. Id drink a magic potion. Instead of a cocktail, or two. Just, praying im not alone. Cuz, im insecure. How much, of the worlds views. Should have an effect on me? Id, say none. But thats not realality.
Copyright © Jeremy Branston | Year Posted 2017
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