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I Think I Think I Think

I think about you everynight before I go to bedI think about your loving lips and how they kiss my headI think about things you’ve said which made my face turn redI think about our hardest times and tears we both have shedI think about the nights we called and words I left unsaidI thinkContinue reading “I Think I Think I Think”

Dwindling Flame

I realized our flame burnt outWhile yours lit for someone elseBut mine still quickly moves aboutAnd wax just slowly meltsI take a breath, and hard I blewBut never did the flame subdueInstead it only grew and grewInto something else anewI put it down and walk awayIn hopes that it will lose its flameBut a wildContinue reading “Dwindling Flame”

The Imprisoned King

I’m bounded by chainsthat come from the groundI’m stuck in one placeI can’t move around. I’m in a dark caveI cannot be foundI cannot make noisenot even one soundfor bears and wolveswould come and surround. I’ve lost track of daysin thoughts I have drowned I’m feeling so weakI’ve lost many pounds.I was to be kingaboutContinue reading “The Imprisoned King”

The Words of A Fortune Teller

She looks inside the crystal balland tells me what she sees“Now grab my hands, pay attentionand keep your eyes on me.You’ve been a slave to your pastbut now you must let go.You’ve made mistakes, you’ve finished last but this is how you grow.I see within the crystal ballyou only have two roads;one is clear asContinue reading “The Words of A Fortune Teller”

I Feel There’s Someone Watching Me…

I feel there’s someone watching meI cannot shake this feelingMaybe it’s all my liesOr secrets I’m concealingI feel their staring eyesThey judge my every moveThey come to my surpriseThen in darkness I’m consumed They provide me with adviceAnd tell me what to doI try to just ignore themBut their voices push on throughI feel there’sContinue reading “I Feel There’s Someone Watching Me…”

Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…

Tip-toeing through the long corridor, trying not to make a sound. Fleeing from the police, not wanting to be found. Wanted for a murder that he didn’t commit, they were only chasing him for the color of his skin. Sweat dripping from his brow as he hears their voices, his heart pounding now while wondering,Continue reading “Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…”