Random poem I typed yesterday..I probably might fix some stuff.
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"What was it?
What was that made me fall in love with him?
Was it his eyes?
Was it his lips?
Was it his smile?
Was it his voice?
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His perfect smile.
I can't even describe, oh, no.
It was the most perfect smile.
Like the precious diamond. Rare and beautiful.
That smile made my heart forget everything tragic between us.
I could have died just by looking at that perfect smile.
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His eyes and lips.
Sad and sorrowful.
Tired and full of pain.
In them I saw betrayal and disloyalty.
But to me they were beautiful.
The beautiful language poured out from his sad lips.
All I wanted to do was kiss them.
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His voice, like the voice of an angel.
His wise words helped me to become a better woman.
His kind guidance saved me.
Appreciation I have, and appreciation I will always have.
But restless I was, In pain and misery in my sleep.
But his voice, the more he spoke, the more I did not notice
his clenched hands around my neck
as he dangled me off a cliff.
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Knife in my hands, I injured his wrists as natural defence.
But I didn't care, I still wanted that pain.
Something in me wanted his emotional confusion to flow into me.
I wanted to take it.
Little by little his fingers were slowly releasing the grip.
As I put my weak hands on his wrists,
I wanted to invite him into my life, to
not let me go but to continue to strangle me.
But he let out cry like a tortured souls and he let me go
And onto the floor I fell violently"