To hatred but her sister I fall

I am little admitting into being small
To hatred but her sister I fall
Upon you love I fairly call
For remembrance, perseverance, deliverance and all.
Upon you I lean
Carry me now my love, hatred but her sister I plead
I don’t write or speak but I bleed
I drip words that won’t pause nor cease
I dream
I see your reflection keen
To destroy the deep inner part of me
You kill
You bury, you hide and you seal
Under the blanket of love, me

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For you are

Yesterday
I dreamt of a girl, I met a star, I saw a healer of hearts
I woke up today and realised that it was you

Yesterday
I heard a sweet voice, I saw a pretty face, and I caught love
I woke up today and realised that it was yours

Yesterday
I picked up a soul, I picked up a rose, and I inhaled a soft breeze
I woke up today and realised that it was you

Yesterday
I wished for a shooting star, a cool mind, a best mate
I woke up today to realize that you are everything that I wished for

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Dear Sis Dolly

I am looking for a dog
That will treat me like trash
It must be a well trained socialist
A well defined bull dog
With no feelings or whatsoever
Will it please meet the real definition of a dog?
Refuse to devote a great deal of time to me
Must make me cry every night
Remove my heart from the level of comfort
This particular dog must be abusive and all
Not be afraid to bruise my heart;
Smash my soul and make me weep hard
All night every turn of the sun
This dog must not be in context with a good man
Its friends must also be dogs;
Players of a lifetime
Here I stamp my phone number
It may call and bark anytime

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My unconditional love

There is no one greater than my father in my eyes
He calls me in the morning
Just to tell me that he was dreaming about me
And woke to pray for me

There is no one caring like my father in my life
He calls me during the day
Just to tell me that he is doing nothing
But thinking of me

There is no mother comparable to my father
The man took care of me from birth
Raised me with no woman by his side
Told me about the menstrual stage
And even knows the type of tampons I use

There is no woman comparable to my father
He cooks for me every meal
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
He cleans the house

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