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ThE 'oNe tWO's
ThE 'oNe tWO's
It's like Trying to Write white on a black wall with a coal
The way they; look one yet pretend to be two
And joined hands fear the same for their hearts
As those pasts say a NO to their minds
At very most, deserving each other
Yet at loss as they ain't with each-other
What of a wrong says a true!
Whatever right tells otherwise.
If all is with will, righteousness ain't a bill.
It comes fit with the real and ..yes!
You take gratitude in the moments that sees you both in the shines...
and smiling like a champion, it stays in your minds.
Yet it shows, brightens up these bruised hearts,
surfaces in their faces.
Though they lie to their hearts,
And speak wrongs to their minds.
Still.....
What looks wrong to their eyes
Felt so right to their hearts...
As these true poor souls...
we're meant to breathe free
Though We're subconsciously maneuvered to keep the truest in the deepest.
Defending! yet attending
to the needs of a part that completes a whole.
.....that better half of a Man!
that grows stronger in time.
And time, it teaches you greatly!
What was your dream of a midnight
Now speaks as a daylight reality!
The shades hide only the looks,
The thoughts reside deep in that booth,
where it fills,
overflows with need-aching their moods
Those 'One Two's!!
It's like Trying to Write white on a black wall with a coal
The way they; look one yet pretend to be two
And joined hands fear the same for their hearts
As those pasts say a NO to their minds
At very most, deserving each other
Yet at loss as they ain't with each-other
What of a wrong says a true!
Whatever right tells otherwise.
If all is with will, righteousness ain't a bill.
It comes fit with the real and ..yes!
You take gratitude in the moments that sees you both in the shines...
and smiling like a champion, it stays in your minds.
Yet it shows, brightens up these bruised hearts,
surfaces in their faces.
Though they lie to their hearts,
And speak wrongs to their minds.
Still.....
What looks wrong to their eyes
Felt so right to their hearts...
As these true poor souls...
we're meant to breathe free
Though We're subconsciously maneuvered to keep the truest in the deepest.
Defending! yet attending
to the needs of a part that completes a whole.
.....that better half of a Man!
that grows stronger in time.
And time, it teaches you greatly!
What was your dream of a midnight
Now speaks as a daylight reality!
The shades hide only the looks,
The thoughts reside deep in that booth,
where it fills,
overflows with need-aching their moods
Those 'One Two's!!
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