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How can it be so hard to simply say:
"I feel so happy, please never go away."
brain scrub my mind,
ev'ry speck
'til there's none to find.
mind please cleanse my soul,
my body
needs you whole.

soul do cleanse my heart,
teach it
love and lust apart.
Clean me whole,
through and through
make my judgment true.
a false hope,
mindless optimism,
delusion.

an unattainable target,
an unachievable goal,
self pity.

a false hope,
misunderstanding,
regret.

love,
or not,
forget.

remember,
repent,
rejuvenate.

forget,
fall,
repeat.
my blood runs hot when you're around,
your touch turns my skin to flames.
your voice chills the air and calms my thoughts,
uttering forgotten names.

who could blame a simple boy for loving
so completely and without consideration;
the portrait girl, with lips of red,
who conjured conflagration.

a tale so hopeless did never end so sweet,
as in a dream, said fair lady, rushed him off his feet.
but it is a sad and known truth,
that the night-time show
always ends with darkness.
*written in one go without stopping, taking about 4 minutes*
In universal terms*;
                      a thousand lifetimes come & go
                      in the blink of an eye
                                            
                ­                            I overrated the importance of my existence
                                            and now I'm chasing leaves on the breeze.
                                                         ­         
                                                       ­           
                                                     ­             perhaps                    
         one day the breeze will fail
         and the leaves will sit willingly, still;
         hungry to be examined.
                                    
                  ­                  Only (I discover)
                             I was never chasing leaves
                                 Just lost in the wind.
Reggae fills me up
So loud ja can't even hear
Da kush be so dank
JAH bless you my friend
 Apr 2015 Rebecca Maxine
Santiago
You just can't I'm one of a kind
Open your eyes you're blind
Favor, and free your mind
You produce no good fruit
You've been given the boot
I'm equipped with a parachute
Sounding off ancient flutes
Created by, thee elevated
The world, disrupted devastated

I miss the old you, the one who dedicated me songs of love, not judgemental responses, love overcomes everything, oversee helping you see things, maybe you've changed, become repugnant and filthy, I don't know what to think anymore, maybe I'm just in love with the old you
Maturity begins
when you can be proven wrong
without feeling like you've lost.
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