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Sara Lucas Poem
And she thought words were beautiful even in the early morning….
The heart she bare on her sleeve was as transparent as her apologetic warnings. Daydreaming consistently,she was flawed but not boring. . Her every breath inhaled the scent of constant passion;
Pressing a pen onto paper was her weapon against reaction.
The complexity of her ways. ..left even the wisest to contemplating for days. This is not just a phase. .To be cursed with the constant of empathetic waves. Being so humbled, it hurts. Life was no game;Her love just put you first.
It’s just how she was created. .Never because she self -hated. . She never deserved to be ill-fated. .
She says that she’ll Fake it. Fake it until she makes it. I believe her because she’s strong.Where she is, is where she belongs.
This is how some are left confused--
Tilt there heads because there amused. Amused…to see someone not fighting to prove.
Feeling no need to ramble bad vocabulary.Is in comparison quite the contrary.
She enjoys observing the surroundings while listening. She want to get what she’s been giving. What Im trying to convey..Even if your in your battle everday.
Never let others change your ways.
Never let circumstances cause dismay.
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Sara Lucas Poem
The facade you subconsciously display--Is making a mockery of your beloved EGO.
While In your mind your rich...
Choosing the path of Denial is a hell of a way to GO. What you KNOW, they’ll never KNOW... Never ever KNOW-- How when the sun sets on Sunday you hang your head LOW.
Your emotionally caged--You are stunting your humble GROWTH.
This Perception of your POPULAR MOLD. Where you come across apathetic and COLD-- Is winning the battle with your TRUE self--Where you sympathetic and BOLD. And to know you is to tell you..The Things you’d rather not be TOLD.
--That you must be genuine,honest and LOYAL--.
--That a happy soul is only possible--When life is void of TURMOIL. Chaos is no longer ROMANTICIZED;And days never end With resentments or LIES.
Check out the other side of the TRACKS. This is where tranquil Self awareness resides.
And Where truth and acceptance will FOREVER have our BACKS..
-'Never look BACK--.
Like a wise man once told me; “The presence darling.The presence is where IT'S AT.”
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Not until today did I ever think irony could be so LEFITAMITELY and UTTERLY tangible-- As if I were to INHALE any DEEPER,my lungs would be DROWNING in the PARADOX-- The CONFLICT of loving myself UNDOUBTEDLY and so PURE and CONFIDENT...While SIMULTANEOUSLY attracting the UNIVERSAL opposite.
Ironically..And Unfortunately for MYSELF... These are the only ones I have LEFT--
and I would be lying... If I said I don't love them more than I love MYSELF.
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Not until today did I ever think irony could be so legitimately and utterly tangible.
As if I were to inhale any deeper..
I would be drowning in the paradox of utter confliction The conflict of loving myself undoubtedly. So pure and confident. While simultaneously attracting the opposite. Ironically..and unfortunately for myself..
He is the only one i have left.As I would be lying...
if I said i don’t love the unattinable.More than I like myself.
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Sara Lucas Poem
Sometimes I find myself SPEAKING..
Just what it is I am THINKING.. Assume this Dangerous--
AS my Sanity And Reality are no longer LINKING.
I Glance to catch your Reaction.. .
..Though I Pretend to be BLINKING...
So What comes next?
I lack SELF VALIDATION..Which inadvertently creates The act of SELF-MEDICATION..
Naturally and Secondary..comes SELF-CONDEMNATION
My Rational THINKING..PRAYS in WAVES..
As They crash into Spiritual HEALING.
My ego DIminished..MY humbled self all too REVEALING.
My time you are STEALING..Your Verbal Salt Prevents my confidence from HEALING. Though TRUE..
I AM an Empath and I'm Always FEELING..
Emotions can get the best of me-- as I have caught myself in tears KNEELING.. I AM now a Self Proclaimed WARRIOR---No longer placing myself alongside insecure LOW RANK SOLDIERS
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Sara Lucas Poem
Open yourself up to me. Understand all that I am; and love what I will one day become to be. Touch my body and Love what you feel–look into my eyes and tell me your real. Tell me my skin is yours till the end; when you kiss me on the lips… I know your my best friend. Look for me when you want to see perfection. In your eyes you see me as your future; No longer searching for direction.
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Sara Lucas Poem
So I start THINKING. I should really stop SPEAKING.
Before my LOGIC and EMOTION colide-- Sometimes I find myself SPEAKING..
Just what it is I am THINKING.. Assume this Dangerous-- MY Sanity And Reality are no longer LINKING. ...I Glance to catch your Reaction.. ...Though I Pretend to be BLINKING...
So What comes next? I lack SELF VALIDATION.. Which causes The act of SELF-MEDICATION My Rational THINKING..PRAYS in WAVES..
As They crash into Spiritual HEALING. My ego DIminished;MY humbled self all too REVEALING. My time you are STEALING.. Your Verbal Salt Preventing my wounded confidence from HEALING. Though TRUE..
I AM an Empath and I'm Always FEELING..
Emotions can get the best of me-- as I have caught myself in tears KNEELING.. I AM now a Self Proclaimed WARRIOR---
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