The dreams I dream
are not as beautiful as you think
they seem.
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One night of fear anguish and pain,
yet when I woke up my life was still the same.
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Whomever claimed that dreams and reality
are matched in beauty,
let them have my life through the day
and through the night
then let them be the judge
of which is easier on the sight.
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Be it the life you craft to meet your wildest expectations
or the images you see, deep down
when you’re asleep
It’s been such a long time,
I think I’ve forgotten how it feels, and how
to tell if it’s real, or if it will just disappear within days.
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Thinking of each and every moment when we met last,
reliving every second of the past.
Wishing I could see you every night, that time would freeze
and never pass.
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Time will only tell how our story unravels
piece by piece, how it will come together.
And as we watch the pieces falling in place;
when the picture becomes clear,
that’s when we’ll know the answer.
Saying goodbye is a bitter sweet ordeal,
knowing I’ll be seeing you again,
while missing you before it begins.
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We’ve been here many a day,
Apart, though we’re together, in more than one way
For once a heart makes a connection, there it remains.
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We’ll be back before we know it,
with many laughs and stories to share.
So, my love, till we meet again
please take care.
A ghost passing by ever so often
reminding of people and places long forgotten,
Or so I had thought.
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People come and go through our lives,
each with a special purpose; a special lesson to teach.
And when they have fulfilled their purpose, they will move on.
The lesson your presence brought was that;
To live and love is part of life,
And so is to leave.
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You did leave without a goodbye, and till this day
I wish it had been different; had been any other way.
But remembering now what has gone,
I realize that with an ending, a beginning is born
And for the new beginning you brought to my life,
I thank you.
It was like sitting across your own reflection,
yet not seeing what you are looking for.
I could sense the tension,
something I obviously couldn’t ignore,
Not as good as you were at ignoring me
Not even looking my way anymore.
Why does it happen,
ever so often, that your passion isn’t meeting
my emotions?
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At times like these, I question my being there,
would it make a difference? Would you
really care?
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All the while, this going on in my head,
without a glance, without one
word being said.
I am essentially good.
Bad is not a part of me
I am light;
Darkness is too dark for me to see.
Blessings and love are all I need,
Not anger, hate and greed.
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Never let me forget
that I am above all that lead to regret.
I am all which is good
But most importantly,
I am me 
The challenges that await
are all part of your hidden fate.
Right here, right now
you are where you belong
and you’re not a second too late.
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The puzzle is far from complete
but it’s coming together piece by piece
And it has never looked better.
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When you feel lost remember
why you chose this path
and the feeling will never last.
It was chosen out of pure wonder
to see what you’re capable of.
Just remember!
So much poetry lies within me
It has not been written or heard
for a long time.
But with a pen and paper in my hand
words are flowing from them
and now I have come to understand..
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My strength lies within,
Creating rhyme from words and letters
And I have never felt better
than after emptying my thoughts
on paper.
Change has been cursed,
embraced or spread
But if you do not change
you must be dead!
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It might come to you
slowly but surely
Or it might be a surprise.
But nevertheless
Change never lies.
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I have seen it coming from a distance
And I have been welcoming it with
the least resistance.
But now that it comes closer each day
it reminds me that things will
never be the same
and that I should enjoy while I remain.
Love and hate;
Two faces of the same coin
Yet with a twist of fate
You might be bound with one rather
than the other.
“Love thy neighbor”
Yet hate thy brother.
Passion fuels the feeling
while an ache for more burns the needing
to hurt or heal.
To love or feel.
With a flip of a coin
we are blinded with emotions stronger than
our comprehension
rearranging our universe, and
masking our intention.
