Like I will die tomorrow
Within me is a battle
A battle so fierce
So fierce my words retreat
When I want to speak
Hold me tight
Your chest close to my pumping heart
You can’t fight this raging battle within me
With me
All I ask
Is for u to hold me

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Flashes of moments we shared
Clouds my foggy mind
I wonder
This love was already engraved on stone
And could stand the storms
So I thought
But there is a distance now
Smiles have turned to frowns
Things said and those unsaid
Still lingers
Love songs now sound like dirges
My love
I trace your name with a million questions and thoughts

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Because I do love hard
And that’s why you say my heart is cold
But my love has no limits
It doesn’t start with a first kiss and doesn’t end with the last sex
Its deep within my heart
It lingers and overlooks all imperfections
But yours ,only u can describe
But for sure ,it’s nothing close to mine

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Some days ,I vomit oceans of words …
Sometimes they are like the tides
They rise into my mouth
And fall back into my throat
I struggle to speak
My lips move
But my words are never heard
All bottled up within
I feel bloated
No! I am bloated

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I don’t cook the best of meals
I don’t have the best voice to sing you a romantic song
Call me a raw woman,
Thick with little emotions

But I bet you’ll be happy
Because I will be a good
Woman to you

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When my brain feels numb
And my lips are too heavy to speak
I SMILE
When death steals loved ones from me
And all I see are tears
Sadness and pain
I SMILE
But they murmur
She strong
She takes pain so well
She has no feelings.
I do have feelings
And no I am not strong.
I just choose to SMILE.

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How big this bed is without you
The edges don't feel the same
And the pillows seems tough like stone
My bed is definitely big without you

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My people are interesting
They give credit to the men from the far away lands
Even when they have not mumbled it
Why?
They create a masterpiece
And tag it
"Made in China "
"Made in Thailand"
We are so generous
We work hard
And give our honor to them as charity

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But not all battles are meant to be fought.
Sometimes being defeated does not mean you chickened.
Someone needs to make peace prevail

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A piano
That's what his body is to me
Every note I hit, brings out a distinct sound
His high notes are loud but comforting
The low ones
I might explain when I have enough words
I play him through the night
And he never resists
He knows and I know
That I hit his notes better

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