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Love Is Like a Rose
A poem by Ray Gray
Love is like a flower.
When you meet your match,
The buds begin to grow.
White sheets, messy room, messy mind, messy life.
A little bit of pain, it lingers.
say that I'm fine, convince myself to lie.
In my mind he's a way to survive.
and at night when I dive
I used to always cry my tears
Sometimes I still do even throughout the years
It’s not new, you’ve done this so long
But if you thought I wouldn’t grow strong
When the sunsets
all I want to feel the breeze through my hair
Running through the waves
All I want to feel you through my skin
Music, Oh music
You’ve taught me so much in my time
You taught what happiness was
But, you also told us what sadness was
You taught us about love
Skin.
My skin.
My melanin.
My pigment that makes my skin appear darker.
My pigment that absorbs all light.
Skin
The skin that people aspire to have.
The skin that started man kind.
They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
It’s crazy because even in a matter of time you still linger in my mind and I keep on pressing rewind to look back and reminisce on old memories
like damn Gina you really did something
Because I love you, even at your lowest, you will always be at your highest
Your smile will always resemble something of the sun
Ultimate brightness
On a beautiful morning
There is something special about laughter.
It allows people to enjoy the little moments they've saught after.
The act of laughing can make anybody's day.
It will lighten the mood and pave the way to a day that is at least
Father father father
you are my everything
how wonderful are you
No one is perfect but you are expected to
We are two different sides of the same soul
This I say to you, my friend
Lover’s Lane shall never end
When we are finally together again
And I’ll let you know one thing is true
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
I left her. Afraid scared and alone. My guardian angel needs me. I didn't know my heart was her home. I felt I could fight alone. But I proved I'm weak broken and a wreck. I didn't want her to see me use, I always hated that feeling of regret.
Minds are crippled from the so called cure.
The doctor says "here take this" now people are passed out on the floor.
Your friends think its fun to take, your parents think skipping doses might be a fatal mistake.
You know what I hate?
When men procrastiante with love...
Either you in or you out boo.
Don't string me along and tie me
down like a shoelace supporting the
souls of your feet, of our feet.
I think I'm gonna be sick
But it's not because I took a hit
It's because of the way I felt
I don't feel that way anymore
I stopped loving and you started
Blink
Too much light.
Wink
She's just right.
Squint
He's not there.
See
Them smiling fare.
Yawn
Took tired and weak.
I love snowflakes,
how they stick to my jacket,
as they fall,
like little shredded fairy wings,
soft and delicate.
I love soft blankets,
how they envelop me in warmth,
minutes later,
Let's do this before we expire
don't look away or you too will transpire
into a mindless individual a zombie to them
they take you and use you until you are dead
I see his shadow rising
I feel like going down
Once I feel my dreams
I can't understand how I feel
About this mystery love
Once I need know
How your heart works
I never stop thinking
About you
I will someday get to meet her
As long as I am able to save money
There will be a day when I am able to happily meet her
It is a matter of an exotic toungue and money, nothing more
As of now I am without gladness
One heart silenced by the oppressive veil of of the afterlife
A silence brought upon without warning
And in this silence, a new life has been lost
The mother is stricken
“No one knows how poetic I am. It’s an inside talent that only defines who I am. I could talk all day and nobody would ever listen, my mama and I stayed arguing in the kitchen.
