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  • tears fill my eyes... and they jst keep falling

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Following you throuth the darkness into just more darkness in the distance I think a light.. but it seems to take an entirnity to get to it.

I don’t know where I’m going when im with you all I know is that I will follow you to the end of the earth.

I may get mad and be short with you at time but

Subconcastly it may be a test to see how much you can take idrk.. I see u take enough so that test is over. Next is the test of appraction to see how much you do. I will ask everyday till I feel like its true you may say it but its not the same as showing it. At times I feel like you

Don’t want me around , I feel like you love me

But at times you just wanna push me into moving

Traffic.. when you do play like the voilent way it scares me at times because it looks like your drop dead serious,

I know you love and yes you do show it a lot but when your really mad and you don’t want no one to take to you

And I try and you just push me away it feels like I went back to square one like I’m trying to hard to get back to where I was.. You ask me questions like you doubt me.

I Don’t know why but that’s you.. only one time I doubted

Youre love but only for a split second .. but besides that

I have never done it again. I do love you so much and I do wanna marry you I would do anything and everything for you kill someone if You wanted me to. Anything for you I will. Take a bullet in the heart for you just to know your still here living… Baby when time comes I will drop my

Last name for you even tho it may sound weird… lol

John Gonzalez & Zakiya Gonzalez wow this is happening for real this time its not a dream its not a fanticty it is really you and a dark shadow that was in my dreams…

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

poetic1death’s Poems (28)

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tears 1
You 0
smokeing 0
a mind that is not my own 0
Second Word Stright down 0
BROKEN 0
fallen love 0
wonders 0
how would you feel 0
Till death 0
I wish 0
In your Arms... 0
Target 0
I feel 0
Trying 0
... 0
i wait 0
betrayel 0
leave me 0
as the moon shines 0
Darkness 0
let love 0
true 0
lies 0
why 0
one 0
The day i stop loveing you 0
Wher do i go 1