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Lakeisha

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since June 2013
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Coolness of The Wind

June 22, 2013

Felt as if my skin was burning

seeing those fiery pits of dark holes

Shivers running up and down the core of my spine

felt as if poison was dripping up and down through my blue and black veins

Those dark hole stare at me harsher than a vampire wanting its' preys blood

Change 

those black shiny marbles looking as light as an oxen's feathery fur at the end of its' tail

looking like the light that is placed within the center of the dark world

Becoming more divine as time passes by

eyes appearing to be more like an innocent child's

The darkness has gone 

in place passion and thirst

My veins are thumping 

on fire

the eyes are changing

Feeling of ice dribbling down my neck and back like on a hot summer day

The bumps form my blood cools

veins relax 

Life around me becoming dim 

All I see are the eyes calming me

soothing my body mind and soul

then it happens

THE KISS

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