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Illusion

I’m holding on to that invisible string of yours;

That bruise my hand and burn my soul.

Mountains of fire that tic my heart ;

Something burning us apart.

Your eyes are ice-cold;

My lips running down a river of no hope.

The stars are invisible to my eyes;

To you they’re a masterpiece in your mind .

That’s our life Split in two on an electric line.

©By A.J

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she wanted peace

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She wanted peace
But did everything that bringeth no sanity
All of her thoughts becomes vanity
Like a rolling thunder
She cried out at night
She’s going under
With no one in sight
If only she took time
To see
Her inner soul cried out desperately
“Could you help me?”
She wanted peace
Like no man she masks me
Every whisper a fear
She slowly became a nightmare
Like a thunderstorm she roams the night
Blindly with no eyes sight
Despite
She wanted peace
A soul release.

©By A.J