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Faux Real Love

Everybody wanna flaunt their versions of love
But when your Ace turns to an ex, a why or a “what was I thinking of?”
You begin to wonder if real love was ever the plan?
Looks like it failed the true or false exam
Illusions of being better make you bitter
Because you tried to paint silver linings with cheap glitter
Being with someone part time because it’s better than being alone
Those cheap stunts got you dethroned
Rather than royalty people make you their jester
For entertainment only, then they’re out before you confuse ‘em with an investor
Commitment is like a bucket hat, they’re both out of style
Love is whatever you can give or get here and now
Everybody wanna flaunt their love but is it real or a real good fake?
Counterfeit, cuz the real deal is too much too fast so they pull hard on the e-brake
People’s versions of love today is looking like a knockoff
Knock it off. So what if y’all hooked up. Mazel tov?
More like Molotov cocktail, short fuse, short-lived
That type of “love” is corrosive
What’s wrong with a little old school?
What’s wrong with waiting and a little woo?
What’s wrong with getting to know you?
With time and words, not a peek or a preview.
Everybody wanna show off their boo or their bae
When what they’re really showing is the flavor of the day
Love is a fruit, it should fill, not leave a void
Love is a voluntary action, you shouldn’t feel like you’re employed
Love goes beyond financial status or the things money can buy
It’s not just a rich girl or guy by your side parading you like a trophy wife because if that’s the plan then boy bye!
It’s a value so significant, real love makes you priceless
Far more than a dime or just being fine, real love recognizes you’re royalty…your highness
But everybody wanna put their love on display
Most of these, like your stories, vanish by the end of the day
Let’s call it Casper because when the tough gets going the love goes ghost
On the other hand, some just try too hard, you’re doing the most
True love takes time and lasts through good and bad times
It’s an uphill challenge but once you get a glimpse, you’ll know it was worth the climb
So go ahead and flaunt your passion and your sex appeal
Just make sure that the love you love isn’t faux real.


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We All Fall

Which path are you currently on?


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Mosaic

A mosaic is a work of art made of broken pieces; are broken hearts also masterpieces?

 


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Blurred Line

Somewhere down the line it became blurred

And feelings began to cross over

Emotions were beginning to stir

The heart was no longer sober

 

With a head in the clouds, high on love

A decision was made to cut the chord

The moment was never to be spoken of

And all feelings were pushed back in and neatly stored


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The Road Less Traveled

Along the road less traveled

A visitor walks a life unravels

Along the road less traveled

There aren’t many stops but there are plenty battles

Along the road less traveled

Forget photo ops, there’re no fairy tales and castles

Along the road less traveled

There’s plenty of headaches, heartaches, and hassles

Along the road less traveled

One may lose priceless possessions

Along the road less traveled

One may find moments of depression

But the road less traveled

Will teach many valuable lessons

And the road less traveled

Has many hidden blessings

For those willing to walk down the road less traveled.


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Ticking Time Bomb

Ticking time bomb is the heart
on the verge of an implosion
Bottomless barrel with a capacity limit
It’s just so deep no one knows it
Each beat is a beating against chest walls
Pounding for freedom, swollen from unwept woes
An array of masks cloak true identities, true feelings, unspoken truths
In an effort to share itself, the heart exposed inner vulnerabilities
But rather than value the gesture, others became its tormentors
Using the heart’s weaknesses as their strengths
So the heart begins to tick, and a tick becomes a pulse, a pulse a beat, a beat a pound, a pound a boom, and a boom a flat line
Ticking time bomb was the heart
but it’s too late, it already exploded


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Unwritten

The author ran out of ink in his pen

No who, what, why, how or when

Because some stories just end

Before they even begin


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