Tag: burn
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Don’t Know You
Seeing you from a farEvery step closing the distanceFalling into your brown eyes like murky puddlesI draw closer to you like mosquitoes to light Not afraid to get burnedRunning from the darkness of nightI pull away only to find myself staring at youWhy do I think of you? Only to come around you and say…
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Crazy
The soft sound of classical music fades into the background Tears fall from my eyes like pools of lava It burns. Will I ever learn? Where is peace? You passed on Too beloved to move on And I need some relief God, Hear me in my hour of despair And be kind to me I…
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Because of Love
If I love you Then I love you There are no if, an’s or maybes You are forever my baby Your love cannot cage me But if I allow it to… It can change me I’m into you The way you move The things you do Taking in every moment we spend Like a dream…
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Smoke
They want the smoke They like the slow burn The ease of forgetting The stress of quitting Lighting a fire under the unsuspecting Ass that moves up the hill for the sake of pushing forward No matter the cost of the trip They want the smoke Love always, Esha <3
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Identity
You move even when your feet hurt And your heart burns When answers are few and far in-between And your soul yearns For something more than a warm body to lay next to A lover than takes from your essence But doesn’t appreciate you That shows you one mask after another So you pull at…
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Working
This has been my life as of late… Enjoy Work till your knees bend under the pressure Sweat till your muscles feel the burn Add the hustle to your tussle Mix in that grind time With the crack of a smile half used The hard days will pay off in a little awhile Until then……
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Part 2: Smoking Words
I drag on the words that you utter like a chain smoker pulling on a lit cigarette. Blowing circles in midair that send loose lips spiraling into a distant sea. Your vowels are ashed on the cusp of me. But I take the burns and watch the gray matter fall knowing that the pain makes…
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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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