I want to cry over you

I want to mourn the wonders of a love I had so much hope for

I want to miss everything you made me feel

I want to cry over you

But the tears won’t come!

But the tears won’t come!

THE TEARS WON’T COME

Cleansing Tears

Cleansing tears wash regret down my face

Where they dry and leave a dark trace

 Of the pain you walked me to the edge of

And left me at to ponder

Oh if only I’d been stronger.

Strong enough to fight for you

Something I wish I’d done but cannot do

Strong enough to endure your struggle

But the silence was so loud my mind was muddled

About what to do and how to help

So my place in your life is now a trophy on a shelf.

A trophy with no names carved like notches on the bedpost

The love I have and long to share isn’t even what I wanted to give you most

You’ll never know the fire’s heat that was meant for you and I

We’ll never rush from passion roar to lovers’ sated sigh.

Cleansing tears wash down face

And hope they can erase

All that you once promised me

Binding my heart, walking free.

Don't Be That Girl

The hollow echoes inside my mind

And threatens to fill my heart.

Leaving me empty and without a doubt

That my joy is so far from near.

There’s nothing I can say to myself that will make the time go easier

There nothing I can do to get rid of you or the memories you have branded on my mind

Someone said to day that it’s okay to be sad when you’re sad.

I know.

But how about when you’re almost mad that you’re sad because all you wanted was a “lousy letter or a call”

If he had just ended things like a mature adult, you wouldn’t want anything at all.

But since he didn’t you leave that blasted door open

Inside you know you’re wishin and hopin.

I have no real reason not to love you

As if distance could kill my heart

If I were to wish anything at all

It would be that we’d never come apart

For the rest of my life

I will remember you

You left me near empty

With no hope to refuel

You cracked at my veneer

Until I showed you all my fears.

You dared me to love

To believe your words and trust

To lay my heart down

Like my throat at the guillotine

Vulnerable to you

As naked as the day I joined the world

Then you decided after wooing and reviewing me.

You chose not to make me that girl

Who completed who you were as you went off to conquer the world

Even after the wounds close and the bruises heal

I will remember you

Your words, those songs, the things you left unsaid

Are a chorus of reminders

Played inside my head.

Whispers, Stutters

Is my love determined by how my heart flutters?

Or is it the way my mind stutters?

Or the warmth in my tummy, much like melted butter?

Will it one day cease to be this loud shout and fade to a useless mutter?

So in love my eyes hurt

Searching for you everywhere, even in my dreams.

So in love my teeth hurt

Clenching my jaw to avoid crying out your name.

Showing my teeth so that everyone will think

I’m still the same

Not knowing how much I’ve changed

Been changed by you

So in love my heart hurts

So full it’s about to burst

Overflowing and splitting at the seams

And the only place we share it is in my dreams.

Concussed

Shacked, restrained within myself

Longing to do more than is defined by my health

Come morning, the same routine

Can’t jump or dance

Can’t do anything

I am that invisible girl

No one knows who I am

And no one knows what I am capable of.

I show them- I can show them- but no one really sees

Never really sees the value of me.

The true worth of my words

I’m speaking on mute… might as well be, speaking to you.

Any of you.

Slowly erased from conscious living

No longer a useful, conscious being

Because everything I say can fade

There’s nothing noteworthy in the way I behave because it will quickly be erased.

The cacophony around me does nothing for my concussion and

Clearly reminds me that mine is a solo discussion

There I am in that crowded room- hoping of course that I do and don’t bump into you-

Not really expecting much

Content to be the unseen wonder in the room.

My thoughts are loud enough

And yet empty of real substance.

It’s okay for me to sit alone,

I want to be the one in the invisible cloak

Resplendent in myself and yet left to my own devices.

It is in my own company that I have no fears about how to act.

No qualms at all about that

The only time I know what to expect, when it’s only me in my debt.

Same old song, but different verse.

I move through life even though it hurts

Because I am still waiting for you

To deliver the dream you sold me.

The pitch and demonstration were more than temptation

You played a role and sold my soul

Right from beneath my heart.

But now the product is falling apart

The record has run out of space.

Same old song yes, I’m still searching for your face

And for you to take your place,

In my heart,

The place all the best songs start. 

Feeling… fatigue, weary and a little bit mind-screwed.

Faith withstands the defeat and keeps my mind moving

I have reasons to live, I have a drive of my own

But I wasn’t designed to be alone.

To protect my heart

I will let my ego grow…

Who I am will be made more important than what you’ve done.

No one will ever know.

I said, I am more important than what you’ve done;

Replaced my soul with “baby you’re the one”.

Now I’ve crawled out of the hole of your dark lies

And my God has already redeemed with the gift of sacrifice.

So who is this that I Am… the godly in me

Whose boundless love wanted to set you free

Who forgave all those trespasses

to try and make this love last, this

Being who is always here,

to destroy your doubts and ease your fears

The one who gives everything- everything!-

when you’re feeling the least

The battle fighting, passion igniting, faithful, abiding… one.

I Am.

I said, I will make My God greater than what you’ve done.

My ego, the perfection of my identity

The flawlessness that makes me a unique entity

Who I Am is what He sees in me

The greatness of Christ clothing me so perfectly

A broken heart is one that cannot mend.

You simply hope to plant a new seed

and watch it grow again.

You fertilize it with patience and love,

fill it with honour and the Word from above.

Shade it from hatred and the showers of venom.

Protect it from trespassers and all it might run from

like the thief in the night who once left it shattered

Inflated it with bogus dreams and lied that she mattered.

Don’t let that heart grow in the same kind of greenhouse

Don’t let that heart go off alone

where predators choose to roam.

Once you’ve tended it and her treasured worth is found out

Let the one who planted seed remind her just which arms are [her] home.

His definition of love is deeper

And he has driven deep into her depths to find it

Showered in the blessings of the gods

He unearthed a purer form of connection

Unafraid to bare his soul

He exchanged this human form of barely anything

For the heaven’s rush and cupid’s rain

Washing away the skepticism of the times

Leaving him with a clean, open heart with which to drink her in.

Sandman, Be Kind

My hands shake with latent anxiety.
My heart thuds away, afraid that it's
the last time she'll ever really beat again.
My stomach has rejected sustenance,
or cannot bear the idea of having too much to purge because
this whole situation is making me sick with nerves.
I have no idea what I will say,
I fear what I may hear but I'm ready...
no I'm not.
I'm afraid to close my eyes because you might be there again.
I'm literally trembling.
But part of me hopes

I hide you in my heart

because you are my secret

I love you in my mind

that’s the safest place to keep it.

You are a part of me

I’m so afraid to lose

Friend, lover, one or the other

I don’t want to choose.

When hope is tired

Who will hold my hand?

When hope is near expired,

on what then will my joy stand?

When I can’t fall any further and my cries have lost their fervour

I want you to be there

to mop them dry and bring me back before I go any further.

When I’m alone  in a crowded room,

my eyes, my heart search that crowd for you.

Come to the close of this very book,

all my words contained for those who may look.

I want to hide my shame, my pain, my self

but if I did who would I have,

who would I love,

who would I help?

I Want to Be

I want to be the one you love.

I want to be the one.

For you to truly love me,

and not some mystic dream

But you to truly know me and not just how I seem.

Oh darlin’, just how sure are you that another will not awake

some hidden inner passion and one day take my place?

I want to be the one you love

I want to be the one

Not just some girl you flatter and leave wilted in the sun.

To You Who Will Love Me Forever

To the man who will love me always…

I see shadows quite often out of the corner of my eye.

I jump, am scared, get startled by these shadows I won’t deny.

I see half-truths and hidden secrets in the lengthy silences

I worry, I fret, get threatened by ghost alliances

With other women and things you might need  more than me…

After, that is, God and precious family.

Despite all this and the many words unspoken

After mistrust is washed away and doubts are broken,

                if you promise to love me. Say, with all your heart.

I. Will. Trust. You.

if you say that you love me

and I’m lucky to believe it

I’ll believe that you do love me

and say that I receive it.

Placing a kiss upon my skin,

the beginning of a beautiful song.

Like the first note upon the music sheet,

when maestros compose a beautiful melody,

played night long.

Plaintive sighs escape my lips

speaking like a violin’s cries, rising like a guitar’s riffs

Strumming the plains and lines of the expanse of flesh before your eyes

As the pianist obeys the flow of notes on the treble and bass lines.

We come together

the crescendo of an orchestra

blending effortlessly

the way the instruments do

I become a part of you.

And now you’re written on my skin,

forever a song on my heart

Every note and line begins,

that sweet melody that makes my soul start

If I had the words,

I’d write until my hand bleeds

But they come and they go

and I often just write when it grieves me.

I’m not preacher

But there are things that I can teach ya

But only if you’re going to listen…

Everyone who hears the Gospel and turns away

has no idea what they’re missin’

Spirit-Spoken Word

My poems come so quickly coz I’m gifted

With the burden of these words that I’ve lived in.

And wish it was my God that I was liftin’

But more often than not I am weak…

And I give in.

To the pressure of this world and all that doesn’t matter.

Give me a gust of the Holy Spirit

And these useless thoughts to scatter

For I know that they’re worthless

and I pretend that they’re worth it

to hide the fact that in the Kingdom I’m worthless

Not because I’m dirty or the fact I’m so unclean

But because I live for my flesh… and not the Father’s glory

There’s no way I can justify myself before His holy throne

bue even He knows how remorseful I am the moment I’m alone.

I should fall to my knees and beg,

“Father please, I know that I’m guilty”

And I know right then he’d take my hand,

and make me feel less filthy

because only Jesus can.

Only Jesus can cleanse me with His blood

And wrap myself in love

Not in love the way I thought we were

But I perceive much deeper.

Only Jesus can remove the stains-

so that only my- beauty remains

for all the world to see

Crafted by his workmanship

crafted for His glory.

My testimony is twisted

But my life can still be GIFTED

[ G- God’s Love

I- Inpsiring me to be

F- Faith filled

T- Truth seeking

E- Edifying and

D- Disciple making ]

And that’s my present to you:

                The love of God is not mine to give but I share what I know about it.

When you have received Christ and have seen what I see… you too will want to shout it.

I knew what was coming

                but it still made my heart burst

He knew what was coming

                yet it still made his mouth curse

How can fate prepare this plate

Why can’t love be more than fluff

The stuff my dreams were  made of

The gifts only elves and fairies make up.

A figment of fairytale and fantasy

Just when I thought this was reality

It fell silently apart like a sadcastle

I keep falling for moments and all their hassle.

You want a poem about you.

And I asked what do I do.

You want me to write down your name

A twist in our little game.

                Round and round

                the heart and mind

                Are we dumb

                or are we blind

Or just plain scared of what we’ll find…

I looked at the silhouette in front of me

And that is all I wanted.

For that night, for that time,

I was truly haunted.

Close enough to touch.

Just not here.

Near enough to kiss.

Just not now.

Mine for the…

                moment of thought

                but not a second longer

Because they’re watching us

And I can’t touch

you without consequences

How can it be so hard and yet

make perfect sense?

I’m confused, confused, confused.

What should I do, do, do?

About you, you, you…

You…

Send my mind into flights of fancy

where I strip you bare

And you romance me…

You…

Let me think you don’t want me

Then with just a touch you start to haunt me

Give me signals so confusing

Which part of your being are you using:

Your heart which I know has space for me

Your body which has acquired a taste for me?

How can it possibly be both?

How can I know which you want most?

So many questions in my head which

may always stay unanswered…

“Always” lingering in mind, think of you til my head hurts.

When it’s not friendship,

when it’s not love.

When it’s not passion,

when it’s not lust.

When it’s not desire,

when it’s not heat.

When it’s not chemistry,

when it’s not…

any of those things above,

then it’s not you and me.

Longing for your stamp on my soft skin

Baring all that I am and the treasures within

There’s a key you hold, but only for tonight

Another day cannot go by…

I’m way too tired to fight.

I document what I’m thinking.

Not quite what I feel

For I think that I might be sinking

None of this is actually real.

Yoracle is Tired

I don’t want anything

not given to me freely.

I don’t want anyone

as much as you think he needs me.

You’re running in circles

frightened of you shadow

He turned around and followed you- how is it

you don’t know?

“Leave me be” I say just this once,

you’re fighting a needless battle.

He’s not here with me, you see.

So cease all this foolish prattle.

And even though I’m not hurt, my playlist mocks me.

Music, my salve, how you soothe

how you move me

to consider

Too much.

I would never give you up.

Give me diamonds, they might

Or even the very things my material dreams are made of…

But I’d give them up

let them pass

If you I couldn’t have.

If you I couldn’t share it with.

For what is life if

you cannot share it

like a gift

what is love for that matter?

A New Song for Old Faith

I have had a song stuck in my head for a short while and did not know whose song it was or what it was called.

I discovered today that song is Oceans by Hillsong off the Zion album.

The one part of the song that resonates in my mind:

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
let me walk upon the waters, wherever You may call me.
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
Where my faith can be made stronger,
In the presence of my Saviour.

If you just listen to that song... I hope it brings you peace like it does for me.

Korean Dramas Make Me Cry

Watching a show that will tear your heart out,

longing for a love that drives him to hug the tears from your eyes

One that will defy parental commands and burn the bridges that will separate us

if you ever chose to walk away.

Longing for the kind of love that would make you want to stay.

2.54pm, 27 Jan ’14, YaSaBa

Whispers of Hope

Screaming so silently
Women with broken hearts
And stolen souls
Calling for a white knight
To fill with love the holes...

Sleep Walk

A part of me knows this drifting
is unhealthy.
A part of me knows that I'm bleeding out inside.
The part of me sleep walking knows how to look just fine.

No one has to knowing I'm
dying
No one has to see my undeniable pain
I'll just act like I have an umbrella as I travel through the rain.

If I were a vampire... your throat would be my feast.
Your neck the perfect place to
put my lips
in death's own kiss.

But I want to feel the life in you...
pass straight through me too
I want your heartbeat on my skin
As I watch and sense you exhale
I breathe you all in.

I'm still not sure just how much I want you
because the times you show me where you are-
is when it's safe to.

I know that it's no excuse
I know that it's not fair
But how can I think of going the distance-
if you won't meet me there.

The dam wall releases a torrent

So strong

That only rock and whale can handle

The tears from eye may fall

So hot

It burns like molten under the mantle

The emotion she spills may even kill

A heart

Of a man who bought no flowers and scented candle

It’s the way of love and hate:

A rush

That can make or break like no high school vandal

I guess I loved at least once

I’ve never known a man my age

Who can give

The way you do.

I’ve never seen a smile

That has nothing to prove.

I’ve always thought I’m falling

I’ve always found am wrong

I seem to be a sucker

I seem to be the one who’s always on the run

From the shame of failure

Or the truth that comes with.

And now yes, I’m running

But I’m running straight to you

Because something within

Tells me we could win

We could rise to shine everyday

To take the dark and pain away

To warm the heart and fortify the mind.

As you take to return

A flame for lover will ever burn,

Brighter with each passing night

Like a full moon, burning stable and bright. 

How much must one sacrifice?

For whom and when?

It seems a good plan for the moment

But only then

Then reality comes slamming back

And you’re against a wall

Trying to rid your mind of evidence

Vomiting in a bathroom stall

Would you- must one- give the very blood

That runs for things as sweet as love?

Can one say, that’s what they’d pay

Just to be rid of one below the one above.

Because that higher may not see it

And may never know the truth at all

That all that took place was

A price paid to be in the place call now where

Lovers fall. YSB

Writing: My First Aid

Writing’s in my blood, but

I’m not always good

Other times it rushes out

Rushes out like a flood

Flows on the page

Gushes out in rage

And rhyme I do, if not for me- for you

It’s a wonder how I pick up a pen and create

Drop it and pick it up again.

Amazing how my anger and pain, longing and rain

Go stronger than joy

And ever remain on paper

Like blood on sheets left by

The man who beat and raped her

It’s all that’s wrong that I write

Better that than stay up at night

For crying will solve nothing

Not even for ‘her’

Who needs something

But will trust no one to give it

It’s hers and she’ll live it

For the rest of life’s time

Just like me….

I write to get set free

This is my comfort

What it takes to help me survive longer

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I can’t stand, for my knee’s weak

I can’t sit still and I don’t trust my speech

I don’t know how to stay away from the fire

That melts the ice of this queen me

Boiling blood and scorched skin

From a touch so soft and soothing

From a caress that tortures me within

Why can’t I go back to the way it was?

Is that not how it should be?

Full of laughter, not of longing

Full of sexy, but so carefree? YaSaBa 

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So much for all that about not giving in

Not creating a connection  as good as sin

It’s just something he stirs within.

I don’t think I’d have turned away- or even said no

Even if you paid me to.

Temptation is a mother

Seduction is a father

What to call their child…

I wouldn’t even bother.

And to think nothing’s even changed.

The order still remains

Those two will make beautiful children

And my mind is still in chains

When the good get pushed too far

It’s usually a matter of the heart

Not just anyone or anything

Can interrupt a life in full swing

But a broken heart will stop a man running

Just as a car will stop cease its healthy humming

Pushed too far, far enough to lose heart

Far enough to grow tart

With others, blaming fathers and mothers for bringing fruits into this world.

Sour, bitter, nasty fruits

Worse than a few home truths.

                When the smile finally fades

It’s something one can never change back to old

Confident and bold

As one may be

There’s no winning the good back easily.

Alas, when the good get pushed too far

It’s a matter of a boiling heart

And antibodies help form a scar

So that next time,

They’ll have to push twice as hard.  YaSaBa

Maybe

Maybe I’ll never say sorry again

Maybe we can never be friends

Maybe’s a word we use

It’s something we say when we can’t choose

Let Me

I hate it when I can’t express myself

Whether it’s personal

Failure or because I’m censored.

How then am I supposed to inspire,

Be town crier

Elevate people to higher than

Their own personal mire

When my situation’s dire

When then should I display my skill

To give people power of will

That gives them time to still

The urge to kill

the flow of life and the ray of light which should spill so freely

Onto the opportunity borne of hard ground which I till.

So then my word

Ceases to be a sword

With which to destroy

Every clapboard

Mind that houses crap thoughts

Instead of- my Lord!-

The mansions and chalets and the yachts

I help you climb aboard

To make you feel you’ve won a lifetime achiever award.

Why then do I continue to live here,

Who then is it I’ve come to fear

What is it they have that clears

 My mind of all words I hold dear

Let them scorn, let them jeer

but never let them- people and my own emotion- create a frown

create that void or cause my eye to tear

Across a room, in each other’s room

These two could burn a house down.

There’s a searing hiss of passion

Every time their scorching lips kiss.

Steamy has little on this

Hot, sizzling bliss that they create.

With their eyes they speak of pleasures undelivered

Which they more than desire to share unhindered.

She knows where his touch is best

And how her hands caress his chest

As her strokes her curves and evokes reactions that deserve

His utmost attention

As carefree and without pretension

Their bodies merge, blend, melt into wet oneness.

Alone they’d not overcome this

So together they seek bliss.

Holding onto the moment and one another;

For everything less than satisfaction is torment. 

My Word

Need I vow?

Not to bow down to my own temptation

The time is now to never be second,

There’s no tomorrow or next time

No matter how grand or fine he may be

No ifs, no buts, no maybes

I am and always will be number one

It’s all or nothing

Spare me the sweet stuffing

Of deliciously sweet nothings

For I’ve promised myself

To this word I’m held

Scarred Hearts

When the good get pushed too far

It’s usually a matter of the heart

Not just anyone or anything

Can interrupt a life in full swing

But a broken heart will stop a man running

Just as a car will stop cease its healthy humming

Pushed too far, far enough to lose heart

Far enough to grow tart

With others, blaming fathers and mothers for bringing fruits into this world.

Sour, bitter, nasty fruits

Worse than a few home truths.

                When the smile finally fades

It’s something one can never change back to old

Confident and bold

As one may be

There’s no winning the good back easily.

Alas, when the good get pushed too far

It’s a matter of a boiling heart

And antibodies help form a scar

So that next time,

They’ll have to push twice as hard.  YaSaBa

Bad fruit, Twisted minds

Fertile minds can bear bad fruit

Good thoughts only are a fool’s thoughts solely

A lady has sex thoughts: roll me

A gentleman petty: blow me!

All to prove that we are not as well as we look on the outside.

Everybody’s just a little sick and twisted.

Proven by the glint in the eye,

Many have missed it

And the flicker of the tongue

Some have dreamt to kiss this

And that as their thoughts

Would put them

Flat on their backs.

Yet, there’s doom too

Some think gloom through

The days and nights

Clever but imagining fights, crashing flights

Oh what we think of does not reflect one’s heart, though

A wicked smile, but cardiac glow

It is those who act on these

Horrid time takers

The sadistic love makers

And maniac stalkers

Who keep girls panties

In remote lockers

They are a bit more than

A little sick or twisted

We who suppress the evil in

 Our nature and spin great

Deeds and ideas are gifted. YaSaBa 

Take Me Home

Skies are grey

And it’s threatening to rain

But my eyes will be dry tonight

Not only because I should be happy

But because I’m so damn tired.

I’m in limbo, between sleep and wakefulness

My thoughts repeat themselves with such faithfulness

I am not complete

And my demons I can’t defeat alone

Send me someone to help me

And

Send me to a place called home. YaSaBa 

I Write

My words are all about people

I have no time for birds and trees

For I cannot relate- or am not even there- when they bleed.

I know that

It’s always my aim to show that

Vulnerable side of human life

Prone to scratch and cut

Liable to get in a jam

Stuck in a rut.

I wish to understand the human mind and why we cry

For ourselves and others

Why it’s ever an option for everyone-

Fathers, sisters, mothers.

I look to see and show a strength

People like me would go to any length

Beauty is beheld by naked eye

Mine is great and

Everywhere this I spy in unexpected hiding places

For it is often hidden as

The owners wish not to let escape this

One trait that gives them sparkle

For fear not all find it remarkable.

Can I not write of these? YaSaBa

Is It Real?

It’s a song sung before my time

I’ll come up with a new line

To tell people what you do to me

To question when- if ever- I’ll be set free.

I’m not in love

And I won’t call it lust

For another song goes,

“It’s just a little crush”

And it was just a kiss

My lips here and yours like this

Us communicating in a language the entire city wouldn’t miss

In a car, in an office.

It’s all the same. Bliss

The taste, however and the feel, too

Is what made it uniquely you.

How eager, how willing

How absolutely thrilling

To be the one for that moment

To be your sun and you my comet

The flames and sparks

Lit up the dark of the place and feeling

Tell me.

Did I leave you reeling?

I could feel your heart beat

So tell me, when our lips meet

How do you feel?

I know it was fun… but just how real.

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Nothing burns like resentment

Nothing scars like the pain

Pour scalding tea on my hand

The welts do not compare.

Never test the boiling point of the heart

Because it begins to singe

And  melt of the edges

Deforming those lacy fringes.

You can pour cold water before it begins to scar…

But no, nothing compares

To the anger in my heart.

Only prayer and faith can bring one back from the brink of death

And nothing kills like the holding of one’s breath.

Being unable to speak is worse than anything

Being unable to say what I feel and think

Is to send me to the deadly brink

So watch me sink into the mire with

no sentence higher than execution

for I value nothing more than my broken

heartfelt elocution. YaSaBa 

I actually pictured us kissing

But now I’ll never know…

So it’s time to go

This land no longer holds

Anything I can’t get at home

Curiosity led me away

But I’m about to end my stay

For it’s shadows I’d chase

And you’d have only led me astray

They always say don’t waste another day

When you’ve finally found your place

Home is where the heart is

He’s got mine so I must need his

No more running

Because there are no more questions

No more doubts and hesitation

Gone is all temptation

To dream or pursue further relations.

It’s as if he knew though-

And now I’m coming back.

It’s what I do- all I can.

I go away… take time and stray

Then I reach out- and he takes my hand. YaSaBa

What I Can't God Will

MY TEMPER FLARES WHEN THE HEAT GOES UP.

IT’S LIKE A GAS STOVE.

FLICK THE RIGHT SWITCH AND I COULD BLOW.

WHEN I CAN’T PUT YOU INTO WORDS,

WHEN I FAIL,

WHEN YOU LOOK FOR THE WRONG IN ANYTHING RIGHT.

IT’S HARD BEING ME

WHEN I WISH I COULD MAKE THE WORLD REVOLVE THE WAY I WISH IT TO, SEE?

I SEE FLAWS AND I WISH I COULD FIX THEM

BUT I DON’T HAVE THE POWER,

I DON’T HAVE THE SKILL.

I CAN’T OPEN YOUR EYES…

BUT GOD WILL. YaSaBa

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DID YOU KNOW WHAT WHEN YOU’RE UNHAPPY

YOUR BODY HURTS

IF YOU LISTEN HARD ENOUGH YOU CAN HEAR IT POUNDING AGAINST YOUR SKIN IN PROTEST TO CHANGE

TO PROTECT IT FROM THE PAIN

OH, IF YOU LISTEN!

LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART

YOUR THROAT HURTS AND YOUR PALMS ITCH

YOUR PULSE ONLY QUICKENS BECAUSE

YOUR VERY BONES QUAKE

THEY KNOW WHAT THEY NEED AND THEY DON’T NEED PAIN.

YOUR NOSTRILS QUIVER BECAUSE THE VERY AIR IS TOXIC.

THE ATMOSPHERE IT ISN’T FRESH- REFRESHING SO YOUR LUNGS CONSTRICT.

THAT’S WHY YOUR ARMS CROSS OVER CHEST

TO PROTECT YOUR VERY SOUL.

IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GET THROUGH.

CONQUER THE SORROW AND CONTINUE TO LIVE… GROW OLD.                YASABA