Category: BROKE
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Come to Think of It
I been reflecting, thinking, pondering About all the things that should of broke me All the tears that could of slowed me down All the nights in silent contemplation Only to realize that the struggle made me better And come to think of it… The grind made me determined The days of toil made me…
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Lack
We them people That should be broke Like concrete Don’t know how to be discreet Because we live what we speak We move against the tide Waxing and waning like the moon We are the ones that dance When we should cry Have faith when all seems lost But we bounce back Like 4 flats…
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Speaking in Riddles
The truth lies dormant underneath concrete and hidden dreams We talk in riddles Answer in rhymes Smile contorted into broken phrases That leave little to the imagination But everything undone Love always, Ayesha
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Escalator
Love is like a stairway to happiness. But the loss of it is like an escalator that’s broken. Making it nearly impossible to move up or down. Love always, Esha <3
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Repair
We throw away broken things. Tossing them to the wayside like torn clothes that served their purpose. After losing their vibrant color and form. How do you dispose of worn out things? Is it a job for waste management or recycling? Or can it be reimbursed, patched up and used? Can the old object be…
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Broken Things
Don’t worry about the years wasted. Fret not over unrequited love that birthed silent regrets in the corners of a lonely yet hopeful heart. Because the future is more bliss now that the past has been swept away. The fears that encompassed you can only attributed to the setbacks of yesterday. Laugh now, joke, and…
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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Moisture Again
It is spread out in sparse patches over dry land. Growing and waning with drought. Stretching towards a bright sun. The ground cracks and breaks like broken skin touched by burning fire. Balm is needed. A salve could heal it but only rain from the sky above will do. Just like love, water heals and…
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