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كاسر القلوب heartbreaker


Lets not talk about love, to watch her sleep but still feel such distance dont talk about love, to kiss her lips and feel resistance my soul cries when i look into her eyes like my eyes did when her lips sang to me lies but still i watched her sleep her chest rise and fall loving and believing her word through it all her skin golden i wanted nothing but to kiss each one left a memory behind to miss neck,shoulders, back, waist what a waste of time i spent on her for a taste of love i imagined but it didnt exist my heart crumbled up in that little fist her sinister smile as she left killed love as if her leaving wasn't already enough but still i watched her sleep into my bed she would creep little did she know i was awake but this wasnt her only mistake the smell of another woman lingered not on her body but on her fingers then her laying there became repulsive her every breath was offensive her answers were very persuasive though i became very permissive wich was really a sign id become aggressive if she stayed so suddenly submissive... in short she was to become dead: no longer breathing or heart beating pulse stopping jaw dropping dead the only words that came into my head are the words i suddenly said "we shouldn't have ended this way" and She walked out on love that day Lets not talk about love, to watch her sleep but still feel such distance dont talk about love, to kiss her lips and feel resistance my soul cries when i look into her eyes like my eyes did when her lips sang to me lies but still i watched her sleep her chest rise and fall loving and believing her word through it all her skin golden i wanted nothing but to kiss each one left a memory behind to miss neck, shoulders, back, waist what a waste of time i spent on her for a taste of love i imagined but it didnt exist my heart crumbled up in that little fist her sinister smile as she left killed love as if her leaving wasn't already enough!
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Hello my name is Ariell. Im a 21 year old young lady from Riverside california who has an intense longing to be heard to be apart of something much bigger then me. I want to help make a difference in this world through poetry! Im not sure why spoken word and poetry appeal to me, maybe its the stories behind each one, maybe its the subliminal messages....either way i have a love for it and can only hope to meet others with the same passion and dreams!

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