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Monday, November 29, 2021

VOICES OF A CONFUSED HEART.

The pain never get out of sight,
They left but I never get it right,
Souls I've hurt keep me up awake at night,
God give me the strength hold on tight,
For you know where the fire in my soul ignite,
Wish unconditional love show me the light.

The heart is to pump my blood,
But why at time doest it hurt?
Wish I could do without one,
So that no organ in me could hurt this bad.
 
This mind that fails me,
Melancholic pasts it let me see,
No music that make me sing,
For in my past are bee stings,
Joy to my soul it doesn't bring.

Lovers i hurt at night keep me awake,
Visuals of the same mistakes,
In the dark flashbacks like panic attacks,
For in my souls buried emotions erupts,
Their Ghosts that force me to dance,
To the music of this sad past.

Appologies to my self,
Ignorance and unapologetic pretense,
Even when to them I no longer make sense,
Adorable Memories that become intense,
For this affection I remain useless,
No wages for the man that offer all his energies,
Energy to care repeat less.

In me bares no hate,
Happy in me you could make,
Ever in my heart smiles u bake,
But now my soul bares an empty cake,
The emotions keep my heart at stake,
If ever back forever in my heart you will stay.

This the voices of a confused heart,
Perfect painting of a scribbled art,
The masterpiece that we start,
True that tuff times never last,
Genuine love made of trust,
Now shaken at it delicate part.

Wish I could complete this,
But If this your end I'll leave my readers in suspense,
Will always wait in silence,
For ur Adorable heart so stainless,
For ur happiness is my interest,
I could let you go painless,
I'll always watch out for you my little princess,
Your return I will wait in patience.

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Man is not alone



If only we can admit it as humans that we are like candles whose light will never see beneath itself despite its beauty in the dark. So we should know that no matter the carelessness we may adopt and carefulness we may lace, our errors will never be lucid to our ears nor will they be heard to our sights. As the warning of others around us will always be the torch to tread our darkest path and also our rod to part our flooded passages.
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© Jayshuwa


© Jayshuwa