I'm Sure We Both Learned Our Lessons From The Past;
I'm sure we both learned our lessons from the past;
Let us use these lessons to build a love that lasts.
-katie, 19:00
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She looks at him like he’s the lighthouse that brought her home.
Katie, May 22nd
For Jeffry
You are the blessing I didn't ask for but were given;
You are the miracle I didn't pray for but happened.
You happened. And my love, I've become my best version. Thank you for calming my storm. Now everything in me is pacific. Thank you for taming my demons. Now they kneel and wear golden halos.
Since you happened, the lips that refused to pray started uttering praises to God who made this blissful encounter possible.
Because you happened, I lift my hands up above, call out in the voice of a Seraphim as I feel my wings growing...
Wings that were severed when I-
I renounced my faith in love.
You happened, so I regained everything I ever lost from fear and doubt and wrath.
You are the gift I didn't ask for but were bestowed;
You are the guardian I didn't pray for but were sent to bring me home...
You were sent TO BE my HOME.
-god sent, katie
7th of March 2020 @23:30
Why is it that when I read poems,
I feel you between the lines
See you through the imagery
Hear you throb with the rhymes
Could it be that the poets
Have known you better
Than I do
That they were
Able to capture you
Into their words
While I trip and fall
Chasing the heart
That you stole
-my love in other people's poems,
katie, 22:00
I stopped writing
Stopped trying
To transform
My pains
Into words
Screaming
Deceiving
I stopped freeing
The voices in my head
Taking over the pen
Scribbling tons
Of mess
On papers,
Then call it
Art afterwards
While all I can see
Are letters dancing
Before my eyes
I stopped staining
Blood against the wall
No matter how red
It appears, it won't
Give justice
To the life
I endure
So much tragedy
In a day
I'm a thread
Stretched fiercely
I struggle
Not to break
Struggle not to
Write
Or create
Another piece
That will grace
The half filled
Trash bin
Waiting
Silently
Anticipating
At the corner
-katie, 01:30
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How is it possible darling, for someone with a heart to be so heartless?
Katie, 20:00