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Love.
Love.
The everlasting
flame,
Of the heart.
The
one thing,
That can keep one
alive.
If the
flame is blown
out
There is
death.
A broken
heart
Shattered in a million tiny pieces.
But,
If the
flame is kept
Anything,
Anything
Can be accomplished.
Walking over burning coals,
You’ll do what
ever
it takes
To keep that
flame
called
love
Alive.
For some, it’s not everlasting.
Fickle
Like the
moon.
For others it’s the real
Head over heels love.
Nothing can keep me,
From the one that I know is my other half
Kind of love.
For me,
I haven’t had the chance for that
Awe-inspiring
Breathtaking
Thing called
love.
But how can you describe
love?
That sensation,
That leaves others breathless,
A million radiant butterflies
Fluttering in the
bottomless
pit of your stomach.
Tingles like lighting
hitting
a rod.
One
day
I want to
Walk down the street
Mesmerized
Thinking
Wow
That shining light
Calling
“Ven
con migo…”
Amazed
Smiling
I
know those eyes
Eyes that
God
himself gave.
Like an
endless pool of water...
I see my
reflection.
Confusion.
Confusion.
What words can describe,
That emotion.
The feeling of
A scattered mind- a state of mind.
The feeling just like
A mother in deep desperation
Looking for her missing link,
Her child.
You can read the definition
In the dictionary.
“ An act or instance of
confusing.”
Or
“The quality or state of being confused.”
What I don’t understand is
How can you define it?
Confusion I think is like colors
It’s in the eye of the beholder
How can we know what true confusion is?
Just like how do we know what color is what?
All I’m saying is you cant define confusion,
You can just feel it.
Like an ocean breeze.
Confusion.
What words can describe,
That emotion.
The feeling of a scattered mind- a state of mind.
My Words.
My words
What I say every day.
My words are what keep me alive,
That helps
I thrive
In a world of injustice.
Without words what would I be?
I would be like a bird that couldn’t fly away.
I would be like a tiger that was trapped in cage of steel.
With no hope of freedom.
Sometime I wonder what life would be like,
If everything had gone according to plan.
That we could all be perfect,
I know that’s impossible
Because nobody’s perfect.
The only perfect one
Is God.
Even though I know these truths
It’s hard not to wonder.
It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like
If we could have
That stereotypical perfect family.
But we’re all different,
One of the simple truths
Of the world.
These are my words.
Truth that I speak.
The truths of life,
Love,
And learning.
These are my words
What I say every day.
My words are what keep me alive,
That helps
I thrive
In a world of injustice.
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