I hate knowing and I hate you

I know what you’re doing now

I know how you smell

How you smile and start the scheme

I hate knowing and I hate you

 

You’ve sent everybody away

You’ve shut every curtain

I know how you moan and groan

I hate knowing and I hate you

 

You’re hiding like a rat

You’re hitting, pounding and pulsing

I know how you sweat…how you act

I hate knowing and I hate you

 

Those tears that burn my skin

Are rolling from a fountain of hurt

It’s the jealous woman tapping on scream beat

I hate your sweat, my fountain, the pulse and heat…

 I hate knowing

Means of Capture

Women capture men with sex

Men capture women with strength

Love, is what makes the capture profound

yet…it’s a rare trade in a land of excessive means of capture

and that is what life revolves around?!!

Ironic!

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We are all pulsing with it.

It’s just…i speak!

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I wish all men i once knew would vanish..i don’t like their history..

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I dreamt of the man i’m gonna love..i felt his hair..i saw his smile..caressed his body..as if for real..this never happened to me before..never..and in my dream..i was so happy and fufilled..i love him..and i’ll wait for him !

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When it aches..and hunger eats me..when i suffer..i know for sure that i’m alive..So alive!

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To love every note of music..every rhym and rythm..to love LOVE itself.being romantic..but alone!

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The minute i wake up,open my eyes to realize it’s already late and the sun is filling my hair.I regret it!

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He attracts my soul like i never thought anyone would, maybe because i don’t know him!

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Infinite breaths

infinite notes..

of glimpses

or blinks

I’ve learned or ought..

of sense,logic or madness..

called living.