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Ours is an untamed love
Fearsome
Crashing like the waves on the shore
Destructive
Our love is the wings of a dove
Uplifting
Pulling taut each heart string
Unbreakable
This poem isn't about depression.This poem isn't about a confession.This isn't a sad poem.This isn't another one of my Ho hums.
You can't see it but insults are weapons, actual weapons. Everydaycitizens use these weapons we were born with to harm other people.Wake up, words hurt. We, the people, we have been trained, and, we
What if this time i'll lose
What if tomorrow dies
'What if' she said
BUT
What if this time i'll win
What if today is my day
'What if' she ASKED
Sickness, poverty, nations of the illUncured, losing the battle not at will
Nations crumbling beneath our feetNations tearing at the seams
God save us: everyone
We're a band of sinners living life on the run
Responsibility and morality ride hot on our tail
For freedom and happiness, we set sail
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
Forget not the blood I shed,
The crown of thorns placed on my head,
The nails that pierced my feet and hands,
And the prayer of forgiveness for you I said.
Forget not why I had to die
