Honest Love

Consistentcy of my heart beat, fastens without knowledge

 

Often triggers my blood flow through life

 

Blood flow, is like no other, in the present, life

 

Experiencing, is a Mind-Fuck, that none, will ever understand

 

My Eyes, to which are focused on the pain at first 

 

But the visual is clear, with the pain being clear, what will, forever change you

 

My Body can not move, as if protection armored this place

 

Me, I stop, in my emotions 

 

This is what all I can see and feel, in the now

 

Is this turmoil, love, with full force of passion that is eternal, care for someone,

 

Destrution, or misery to sit in

 

Its, as if, a movie is replaying in your constant reality, but not telling you the ending

 

You become accustomed to reality, that leaves a mark on your body

 

Locked eyes that we see our souls, of butterflies, pure, that would fade in the sky

 

Feelings that have shown reality rotten in all forms 

 

Not able to restore itself, a new

 

We sit in such a still moment of eternity, with moments passing us by

 

Silently crying for one another 

 

We know this is life 

 

This will always be the real 

 

Reality that knows as souls, have been there

 

Have always been mates for a lifetime

 

Lifetime, a forever, to yell out our love for each other 

 

Never seems to fail, in this eternal life spand

 

Love, is not a word that can be diminished

 

To become loyal as our home

 

True residual effect, from this destructive path

 

Comes from seeing each other with no fear of nakedness being there

 

When one stops

 

Death is to happen 

 

Is this the end?

 

Or, is this the beginning for everything, to restore itself

 

New, to another mission

 

To be resilient , being stronger, in our next chapter, of a new life

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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