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Poetry From a Broken Man, Vol 3.


1
I meditate each morning 
in a circle of clear quartz 
hoping that maybe 
all my dark energy will be cleared 

Yet I know 
my love for you has me in no shape 
for I'm too sensitive for this world 

and the love I have 
but not for me 

be too kind to yourself she said 
for I'm all I have here

2
Late night vibes 
caught in the hallow of darkness 
Empty in my feelings
empty in my bed I awake each day 
tears in my eyes 
heavy in my heart 

Mazzy star in my ears 
it wont get better 
not yet
not now 

3
Those big brown eyes
I once saw love
unconditional

yet
with those pupils dilated
I see the darkness
a strangers life is what will come
to hold you close and kiss you softly

waking up to a mistake is what I've done
waking up each day alone




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