h.davis
you plus two... well three
you and her share something so deep
something that i can't compete
with - and i shouldn't
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insecurities
every time he looks at me
insecurities i didn't know i had scream inside my head
they so badly want for him to look away
the war within
giving into the desires of our flesh
provides pleasure and comfort
slow sensualities
its not my world
all things started before i was ever around
all things are inherently passed down
all things will continue to happen when i'm gone
im yellow
i've always chased yellow
digging my fingers under golden sand
and tanning under the macaroon sun
alphabet soup
you know i have a thing for words
something about language
just touches my soul
grays
when i'm gone
do not mourn me in black or white
remember me for the grays in-between
shes easy to please
she is easy to please
maybe it's the abandonment wounds
or maybe she just wears her heart on her sleeve
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God is real
in every heart that beats,
in every mouth that sighs,
in every sunset and orange sunrise