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Tuesday, February 5, 2019

A woman unraveled by counterfeit Love

“In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.”


― Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan


If you don't know where I hang
You haven't seen me around
just my shadow in the alley
as I trapse through this abandoned town

Why you trying to determine my heart
or my footsteps as they beat
I came with the same mission
but not with past women to defeat

I met him with a handshake
We exchanged & greeted
The rest I can't explain
 but magic revealed
to you (female) I'm an invasion
an unknown vice
I consented to be his lover
but you demanded to be his wife

And now you are crying
on the dark side of the rain
You ask me to take it back
But I cannot absolve your pain

We each have a will 
something to break us down
To look backwards and decide
If it's possible again

When I had no way to find my way back
I prayed and I got a second chance
Please don't blame me to possess
the same thing that you want

My expectations are much lower
than your inflated commands
I am not going to punish him
for wanting one piece
but you are like a night watch guard
forcing him to plead

I am free from your intensity
the answers and the pursuit
Look inside yourself and you will
know what to conclude

I am delivered from your will and your vice
I can love freely without hostages
and your ungodly price.


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