Chasing a man
Chasing a man is like running after a tornado
Swirling frantically. Looking hopeful
Weighty but empty
Only tiny fragments of lust and nothingness consummating the spot where empathy should've laid
No wonder they lay even with a maid
Chasing a man is like building a snowman
Whose comeliness would be extinguished by the heat of sunlight
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Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
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lies followed by poisonous smiles
hands reach like a blood sucking leech
they would journey with you a thousand miles
their true intention remains hidden meanwhile
their blades are always steady, to charge they’ll instantly be ready
they use them on their fitting time
they never regret their horrible crime!
how can I live in a such dark and shady place
it’s more than what I can handle or face
how can I tolerate all this?! tell me? please!
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She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke
Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving
He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight
And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke
He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you."
But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue
Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do
Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through
I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me
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They say the waves at the shore, where foam meets the sand,
That once upon a time, no foam there did stand.
Until an old blind woman, knitting night and day,
Her sorrows and her joys of life in thread would lay,
Showed them to the sea, and the sea, in envy’s gleam,
Took up those crafts and donned them as foam’s white seam.
Upon the wet sand lay a ragged patchwork old,
Just enough for Tasso’s to sit, cross-legged and bold,
Knitting with her needles, tirelessly she toiled,
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It wasn't the blade,
it was the hand that held it.
Not the lie,
but the eyes that once swore truth
without speaking.
Something breaks
without sound,
and nothing fits
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It wasn't the act,
it was the knowing
that you could,
and still did.
A glance held too long,
a,wird withheld,
a truth folded
beneath convenience.
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I have no more faith in you
I saw the injustices you brought to me
Laughed at my beliefs
And made fun of the things I do
You aren't the man I thought you were
That persona left when I got to know you
If I knew yr true self
I wouldn't even give you the time of day
But now, my heart is broken
And I cry for some solance
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I have no more faith in you
I saw the injustices you brought to me
Laughed at my beliefs
And made fun of the things I do
You aren't the man I thought you were
That persona left when I got to know you
If I knew yr true self
I wouldn't even give you the time of day
But now, my heart is broken
And I cry for some solance
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Don't let me suffer like this
And let the tears break out
For they tighten yr grip
Release me from it
For you aren't worthy of love
Don't kiss my lips
It's a trap; hooking me onto you
Forever
I want to be free
But you keep holding on
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