Useless Diversions (pt 4) - on my desk writing for my patreon and for contest winners!!!! Do you want a letter from your favorite poet from Texas? A custom poem? Any topic or you can give me poetic license and I will use my imagination i'm feeling generous today. ...
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We met. We connected. Instantly. We felt a sense of belongingness. We felt as if we belonged in the world. Belonged with each other. It worked. We were partners in crime. We were lovers. We were family. We were most of all that we had to call ours.
We met. Under the most bizarre circumstances. On a place where we never thought we could find someone worthwhile. I made you feel alive. You were the only person who made me want to not kill myself and wait for another day. Still do.
I now believe in love. Yes, I still do. Even after getting my heart broken for God-knows-how-many-times, I do believe. Because I believe in you. You're the forever kind of love.
This heart of mine is little, but big.
Mighty she feels, mighty she kills.
This heart of mine will spit you out.
Give her those beats, don’t give her those cheap thrills.
Make me shutter, oh make me sick.
Sew your seed, don’t make her bleed.
I’ll make you stutter, I’ll make you pick
me over all the ones you need.
This heart of mine don’t give a damn.
You shoot her down, cold vengeance spills.
Stroke those veins, better give her them strong beats.
Mighty she feels,
but mighty she kills.
We came with nothing
We will go down with nothing
Remenver this everyday , when you look down on someone, other than yourself...
What are you taking with you
When you lay down on that
When you can no longer
No longer breathe...
There is two ways to feel free
Dying in peace...of old age
If I do die... I hope i can be remenbered by the good deeds I did...
The craziness I did
The friends that were moved
The history that I left
I feel free..
Like a bird in liberation
I am enjoying my own salvation... 'Thegirlwhogotaway"