Impatient

It’s
nothing here and
I am like a hole
waiting for something
to fall from above
but there is none,
then I become impatient.

 

2017

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The Diamond

Sparkling,
sparkling brighter,
a treasure of the East.

Better,
better than before,
a woman of true substance.

Becoming,
becoming too perfect,
an epitome of royalty.

Tenderly,
tenderly my dear,
a sweetheart and a friend.

Loving,
loving your beloved,
a queen of the household.

 

2017

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The Most Special Gift

I
used to feel
this way about
you and you know

how
much I treasure
the things that
we have in common.

Our
hearts feel what
happiness is and
that is the most

special
gift that we can
keep for the rest
of our lives.

 

2017

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About Us

You’re
better than I am
in the many ways
that I can’t further explain.

We
have miles away
differences and I can’t
figure out how we become
the inseparable ones.

Maybe
the God of the universe
have created our connection
to stop the hate in the world.

We
are made for each
other and what we have,
others don’t have.

 

2017

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I’m Back

I
am back and
this time I

won’t
let you hurt
me the way

you
did before but
forgetting the

past
is the one
thing that I consider.

 

2017

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White

We
did not even
say sorry and

we
just went ahead
and made our own

separate ways.

We
have not spoken
in a few years

and it is okay.

I
try not to make
you cross my mind

and
thankful that I do
not dream of you.

 

2017

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In The Understanding Of All Circumstances

We chase the world of goodbye,
of ending, of parting.

The marks we left behind are
remembrance of good and bad things.

We slowly allow to partake in the
understanding of all circumstances.

The thought of work in progress
for the sake of happiness is a choice.

We reside in the belief of a faith
that can move mountains.

The remains of our love story will
never be forgotten.

We only fail to acknowledge that
we had a past of good memories.

 

2017

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