Black Poetry : Hold on

poeticlyspeakin

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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
I'm not perfect
Not close enough to touch it
well, unless Im touching you
Even with your mistakes in life
I still find correction
in your smile
your sway that resembles beauty
I could watch you walk miles
But that is a different story
Even when you take my nerve
and twist it around your finger
I still feel blessed
like I found a four leaf clover
surrounded by over
50 thousand weeds
I often wonder
How many days I can keep you
Before anyone else may get the chance
I try my best, but sometimes I disappoint you
That I shouldve warned you in advance
you may not notice my skeletons
when you hang your coat in my closet
which is understandable
I do hide myself extremely well
But I want you to see w/o me pointing
you in the right direction
without me handing you the map to my soul
I want fate to lead you in directions we cant control
Just hold
onto me until heaven turns to earth
pigs fly; hell turns to ice
Until life turns to death.
 

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