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Broken

    I grew fond of, love I’ve never harbored. Oh to tell me that you love me, why would anyone choose to bother. Why must Mother Nature I chose to burden, she could never forgive me for the feelings I began to father. The wind blows as the breeze pass me by. Life’s cold, and so in warmth would I die. Misguided is the roots to the hidden truth. In our sin, the tree of lies bears the sweetest fruit. So what we do not speak, tends to be left unspoken. If only I let you save me, everything I am that is breaking, would have not become broken.

Self reflections

  Sometimes life feels as though it’s a tasteless fantasy. An epitome of whatever that could fancy me. A call for help would be so lovely but sadness is the only tune I’m answering. What is it, that I cannot see, a simple life is all that I plea. Is who I am, is all that I can be. Frantic begets my thought, in the mirror is the reflection of my anxiety. Afraid to admit I’m broken, because I can never seem to find a piece. Why in the midst of my own happiness, I find myself suffering. So depressing is this song, how can I sing the tune of a different melody. Fate why must I be burdened with the cards that you’ve dealt. If health is truly wellness, why is it that I’ve lost my sense of self.  

Micro poem #52

  My heart’s cold, so it hurts to tell you how I feel inside. Cause the only time I fall for you, winter arise as the summer dies.

Micro poem #51

  In your presence I feel at ease, but I know this temptation is such a tease. In me what do you truly see, is it something that I can believe? Please don’t lead me on endlessly, if you truly are into me.

Micro poem #50

  The apple of my eye, your seeds of love are timeless. If I ever took a bite of you, there’s no telling how hazy my minds gets. So could you bare the truth. As I intertwine deep within your roots.

Micro poem #49

  I couldn’t imagine life without you. The thought of your touch, made everything feel so definite. I can’t deny that Ive fallen head over heels for you, my unrequited love obsession.

Micro poem #48

  Night fall is the only place, I could escape I could escape the day. Trouble plagues my mind, please tell me where I could place my head to lay.