immanuel santos

A lovely rose kept with me
And thorns that stuck into my bone,
It becomes viral to heal the unknown roots,
Letting me weaker and narrowing the things being hold.
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If love comes to you, worries comes unlikely
and letting go of the person is such scary
what you wanna do? you slept late and tiresome
but nothing happens and continue to get over you.
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I thought you were a friend,
a person that would like to hear my story
but you never did,
not even once,
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It was shaky i flew to the forest to see miracle
and i did the moment of freedom and fright.
What is up there waiting?
Is it troublesome or isn't just for fun?
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a narrow tunnel leaves me ill,
having pain to linear lane,
and further aches can't stand still
even pill won't peel the steel.
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in you i couldn't look through
my eyes want it to see you,
but the hallows sorrounds you
gives me narrow tattoo.
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The cloak seen within me
I knew she will devolve to hear this,
Nor feels strange like same old story
To unfold words straightish stressed and pithy
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The life you have isn't you
The movie you are watching isn't you
The steps you are keeping wasn't you
Then who are you?
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The ideal thing is the thought of unreal-
being real of the fantasy is not a movie hits
rather what is inside your heart that move your story.
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early morning my phone alarmed
not enough sleep only two hours spent
and blamed no one because it was worthy
for i explicit the night with thought of you.
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the purport of what love is,
the way who truly we are.

the moment love taken us,
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An arrow slit in a wall didn't catch you
it is ill-timed you've noticed you're broken and shattered.
What a waste but you pretend hefty with your misfortune,
and succumb to end to be with your shadow.
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A seldom talk is a romance,
glazing a sparkling words
a man on the summit stance.
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altruistic truth began,
it hurts deep like an ocean,
unfair but this makes you
sicker like nothing more than.
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as i stoop down on my lap, bended
my knees, trippin and shaken up to top.
i sat and glance the beauty of the grass,
feel free the romance staunch at my back
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i spoken to myself in a mirror
coining words a new phrase to tell you,
it soiled me in the sanctuary of schizo,
stammered even not in front of you.
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in scabrous naked life,
it feels monotonous the way it goes,
food, shelter, love and happines are they real?
many are blessed but few were chosen?
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early afternoon past 2pm the phone rangs,
i woke up after 4hours sleep from night shift,
it's the staff asking me where i am?
they're waiting for me to fix my wealth?
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im leaving not that i know,
im grieving not that for sure,
im jittering not that i couldn't see,
im happy not that without them.
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thank you and i will..
thank you and it will never end,

memories owes me many of you-
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