The Facts

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The Facts


Some say I write my best pieces when my hearts in distress, my life is a mess,  lets put it to the test, and see does this compete with the rest?

I been loved, dissed, had my heart dismissed, been fucked and been kissed, cupids arrow did miss, I can keep adding to this list

Giving my heart like a slice, wasn't good enough to make you wife, not enough to keep you in my life, 
squeezed love out like a vice, killed so bad I died twice. 

I'd prefer to be true, show you I love you, never leave you blue, or feeling run through. Doing what I have to, what others never did do. 

Lost love that's the start, cant find that love spark, how many times can a heart see the dark, until that's all that it wants

Loved having love, but it never loved me, not loving enough to be with me, loved missed me clearly, damn a moment of clarity

I guess they were right the masses, I'm fucking great with writing, when I'm on that kiss my ass shit, but I'd rather write about loving your ass
shit...

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

BrooklynsOwn’s Poems (18)

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The Facts 0
1000 Deaths 0
I Use To 1
Honey or Vinegar? 0
Letter from The Don 0
The B.O.D.Y 2
Last Stop... Heartbreak Lane 0
Love 0
Later That Day… 0
Why I Do It 1
The Day I Died 1
I Asked, and HIS Reply 0
My Gift and My Curse 0
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Someday 1
The Truth 1
An Idea 2 0
Our Life Together 2