She held on to my I love you, like south vietnamese holding on to a north vietnamese dying hand. Wanting to win, but not at a lifeless price. Didn't want to betray her country, like John Wilkes Booth. Didn't want to enslave her insecurites like shadows on dead bodies, after offending her scourn pain inhabitants, hybernating as swollen secrets, buried under don't hurt me again, dug up as we weren't together dinosaurs fossils, of I'm in love with you, her eyes, telescopes of distant stars, we have magnified, to be closer than we really were, to make believe I was totally at lost, subconsciously believing It was only my fault.
Failing to disclose of the numerous holes omitted from the land of the known, who would've knew, you, would have more denial than I, so why was it easier for me to forgive you , but please forgive me, for never accepting an apology, don't be sorry for life.
See It wasn't by chance I stayed, you drew me in not by glance, hands felt familiar like conjoin twins, and it wasn't by choice you found me when you prayed, it was a broken heart joining a broken heart longing to be saved. As doctors were amazed life could be gave, by you! A gift given, was a Lyfe saved by who. Your prayers rest on tongue tips like words from :a favorite poet, or qoutes of their freedom fighters, I Had A Dream, by Any Means Necessary, Bury me a G, Looking at life in my review, living My life after death.
Knowing now It I who killed you, but the trust you lost from another, stolen from someone who once made the same love he shared with you with your mother, see when you try to bury the truth, it's often found by generations to come, so I pray God doesn't teaches us from the same curriculum we grew up in. Because when our queens search for a king, let not her have to bow to a man's pride, let her not have to wash the feet of the man who walks over her daily, in her own blood, let's not allow our queens to be treated like peasants, let not our past forget our presents, let not our hurts dictates our differences, let not our separation, puppet master our emptions, to further separate God's plan to create a new heaven & a new earth let birth,birth newness,she it's not your fault, no more than it is genetics, see like daughter unlike father, like mother nothing like brother, & that makes more sense to me, than leaving your mother to find the noah's ark, or your mother returning back to the garden of eden, when birth was without pain!
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