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For you, my precious stone.

I stood in the midst of darkness,
In a traveled path with missing spotlights,
A precious gem, shone in the distance,
I walked carefully, but with confidence.

I never knew of where i'd go,
And yet its luminescence,
Shined a way,
Of which I could never say no.

A gentle touch of its smoothness,
And it quickly ran away.
The light had marked my path,
And I was on my way.

And so the day came,
Filled with floating oranges and plums,
The sky was in its best behavior,
And my nervous heart was ready to fall in loive.

I could not tell you,
what my mind went through,
ever since the minute,
in which I met you.

Your first kiss drove me crazy,
And even though the second time is a little hazy,
I do remember the joy in my heart,
When I got to hold your hand, for the very first time.

The turquoise gem that lit my path,
The Clemson colors which filled the sky,
A simple kiss, which drifted me to loive,
I am at a lack of words to tell you how I feel,

But I hope my short story,
Can assure you that its real.

Perhaps you'll believe my little tale,
Of a princess which I met,
Her eyes drew me in,
And her lips sealed the deal.

But it was really her sweetness
That I could not get enough of,
Because you my dear,
Are the best thing I could ever wish for,

Every night, 
As the clock hits our special time,
I think of you,
And smile.

Because every minute I spend with you,
Is a minute I could never regret.

Just don't take me to Waffle House,
or that might change.

But I doubt it ;).

Your loive,


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First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.