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A Soul Mate Waits
The clock hands on my watch grow tired
Tired of waiting for you.
I guess it has to be another reason
Why the black and blue abuse take over my heart.
One more reason to add to why I fall apart.
Because I sit here holding a delicate flower
That wants to wither away in the wind.
With sin resting on my chest
I can't help, but feel inadequate.
With self doubts weighing in my head like lead.
I feel every ounce of the dread set in.
Its been said to consume a soul with the boldest of lights.
So dark, the night feels the fright.
And my friends tell me to stay
Positive.
Keep I in mind with the righteous vibes.
And my friends tell me to stay
Positive.
Keep I in mind because hearts always mend.
Miss goddess, I know you will grace I one day.
For I have memories that plague me in a daze.
It is known that this phase could never last forever.
For men like I grow cleaver with every endeavor.
So test I with those irie eyes.
Haunt I in dreams.
Fill the void that I have been missing.
These games of cat and mouse need to end.
For I soul has been desiring its other half.
Past life's, past journey's into higher realms.
Have this man begging for new beginnings.
And my friends tell me to stay
Positive.
Keep I in mind with the righteous vibes.
And my friends tell me to stay
Positive.
Keep I in mind because hearts always mend.
Published 16th Dec 2013
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