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Love

I throw emotions overboard,
Overburden the sound
The sound of poetics as my feelings
Crash down
The saviour in the sky,
Is devoid of in the clout
As I turn to music,
What I’m saddened by’s washed out
I am beyond exhuming gladness,
That someone up there saw sense
You paid me no attention,
Of this young girl’s desperation

I have had time to grow,
Lock with stars, and I half head
The seed has been sown,
And now I say:

“I won’t live long,
So here’s my declaration
Prayers aren’t heard of a woman’s premonition,
I can’t stay strong,
Drown me within the words of a critic,
There’s a sharp knife,
Within my sky
And there’s a blue sky,
On my mind”

I am living longer,
I’ve grown to know my mother
Someone exhuming strength,
I love her more than any other
I drench with Holy water,
A daughter that I’d love
I could foresee her from the clouds,
I could love her from above

When I think about it,
My death, it could be tragic
A beautiful reminder,
Love we shouldn’t take for granted

So put on that red scarf,
And I will swim in the rain

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