Carmael William

If only you were me,
Would you beleaguer me then too?
Your words they pierce through like bayonets!
You do not discern the imperium of your words,
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It was pouring, nightfall o'er the wet streets,
On a bike we rode, hurry to go home
The road was muddy, street lights hazy, blind
Pitch black all around where our eyes would meet
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You taught me to love,
You taught me to learn,
And here I build, I try to earn,
These wings which with I'll soar above..
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The midnight sea,
Seeps through me,
Departing me from melancholy.
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Live not for tomorrow but for today,
Dream to fly beyond the purlieu!
Drive through the sunset like today's the end,
Inspire one with your glorious masquerade,
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One last time I surrender,
To the throne of blind lies,
Promising no more to remember
The days I'd thirst to die.
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Here comes anew, November fall
Beneath blankets I wish to crawl,
On this shy and young, early morn
Bereft of leaves, a silent mourn
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On the nights when drinks nomore abide,
Pushing the world aside,
A frantic search for freedom,
A place for rest, an Eden.
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The peaks of buds blossom,
Into soft pink, white petals
Cascading onto the wetted bed,
Like a swan dancing in sunshine.
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A life of wealth and poverty have I lived,
When it would rain, it would pour
Heartily onto my canvas of white,
Smothering colors onto my palette.
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It's a part of me,
A burgeoning hole in my heart,
Whose cause I know not.
A special kind of misery
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What is true freedom?
We all perceive differently,
It is but fleeting,
Leaving no trace, for sympathy or empathy,
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