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This Lifetime







They said maybe
it will be better
next lifetime.


Sometimes we find
life has turned
and we don't know
how to correct.


Eye reflect.
Never meant to
be a problem child.
Closest friends?
my Rum and Black and Milds.


Then there was you.
who read every word.
understood the between,
never found me absurd.


Now admittedly,
I'm filled with
Love's chemicals.
Lot's of cliched.
ways to say,


I love you.


I knew very soon
after I saw how you
saw me, I
would make you love me.


Or at least
ask that you would.
If you could.


So I showed you
my worst, my last,
how it hurts.
The things I love.
Time was never enough.


It doesn't matter
at all if
they don't understand
or agree with my plan.


You make me feel.
Now I feel alive.
Not ready to die.


in free verse
and in rhyme.
be mine.
for at least
This lifetime.

Comments

  1. beautiful!i love your rhyme...

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  2. Honesty with depth, as well as your signature flow. Never easy to reveal how you feel, especially when feeling terrible. The sense of freedom conveyed at the end makes me think about poetry, as well as the few non-poets out there who understand and are priceless because of that. The speculation on lifetime is also very telling.

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  3. smiles...sounds like you have a found quite the muse...nice one shot

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  4. Unpretentious and soulful love poem. And the perfect vintage Isley Bros to accompany it. Black and Milds always work for me, with or without rum.

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  5. Aww... how sweet is that!!! Loved the honesty in this one... made me realize how soft in the heart I really am (ugh)!

    Totally enjoyed your one shot!! That special one must indeed be very special... :-)

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  6. Hi Theron
    Its very beautiful verse... and very emotional.. thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay

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  7. Nice one..love it..

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  8. So emetional and i love it.

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  9. the sounds,the words,the feelings,the flows very very very perfects!!!
    ...wow! i adore you mr.poetic theron kennedy you are such amazing ever till this lifetime!!! ;) whhooaah! great job. :)♥♥♥

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