Bette Dalia

Sweat drips from face onto the court
In my mind I tell myself,
“Keep going, you got this mess.”
So many encouraging thoughts scrape my brain
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The Autumn evening sky vanishes
The old, broken park bench fades away
The ever so green leaves seem to fall,
Fall one at a time
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Ink spills through the page like blood in the heart
Filling every inch of space
With every stroke, with every pump taking it's time
Just to write it's story
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Angel, do not fret
I am your shadow that follows you forever
Your heart, so close, I have dearly kept
I watch your every move so alive and tender
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It is impossible to demonstrate
How I love you
To my loved ones
They will ridicule and judge us
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I love the way you smile Its really a sight to see
No one can compare to thee
I love the way I dream of you
To you I will always be true
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I sit on my throne with my king at hand
The slaves bowing at the point of my shoes
know that I’m Queen tall I will stand
I will only eat the finest of the royal fruits
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My Faith is distant
For me hope is gone
The worst part...it happened in an instant
Through these moments I try to stay strong
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