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His eyes are the most beautiful when they look into mine.
His eyes say the most beautiful of words , and show me the greatest of smiles.
His eyes  , as if amused by the perfection they see , as if they see something prettier than me , yet telling me not to be …
His eyes are just the most beautiful when they look into mine… that’s why I want look into them all the time.

Nostalgic.❤

 

 

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“How couldn’t I see it coming?” Please…

What he is now, is what he’s always been, you just didn’t want to see it.

I’ve learned amongst the thousand other things, that love is not blind. Not blind at all.

Infatuation ? maybe…

I have realized that all the people I love have one thing in common; there is something about them that annoys me, but I still keep them in my life simply because, the “highs” exceed the “lows”.

Love is seeing the good the bad and the in between, and choosing to let them stay anyway because were happy with them, rather than without. My guy, handsome, smart chocolate fellow (the butterflies I get when I think of him) has his flaws too and has made me frown once or twice, but because he’s the reason I smile, for the most part, makes me stay.

Most people refer to the exes as dogs and a**holes, why not see him as one when you’re still dating?

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Chances are if he is one, he’s shown signs of being one in the relationship. Perhaps you didn’t want to take note of it. When we fall in love, we see all the good in a person, and should they ever do wrong we quick to make an excuse for them. Most people fail to confront their loved ones, fearing the worst which is losing them. The truth is all this is deeply rooted with our self-worth, if we love ourselves enough to evaluate every person we engage with, and how our interaction with them makes us feel, then we’ll ask ourselves that question. in the end of it all.

So is love really blind?

It will be if we choose to let it be.

Further by feather

Further by feather

To be  young, wild, and free
That’s what I wanna be!
I long to be outside these cold bars I see

Caged.
Outcast and Outraged.
Falling behind my years.
My smile fooling my peers,
meanwhile fears fuel my tears
That’s not how it ends,
let’s turn a page.
Betrayed but not derailed.
Chase after destiny,
with my morals unchanged.
No one but me, my God,  and forced faith.

To fly is my absolute.
Feather,  by feather
To reach new altitudes
Further and further
with my new attitude.

Know for sure that I certainly will.
Determined not dependent,  as I go for the kill.
Whatever it takes.
Whatever the stakes!

Time to take off.
Further by feather…
Let me spread my wings.

He already knew what I was
Born and bred in the rocks and dirt
To be embedded in gold
Way before,  I knew it

He knew I was a diamond,

A diamond in the rough.
He already knew what I was
Though tested and failed a few times
Not to expose the fool I am
But to reveal his genius when I finally get it right.
He knows me as a winner.

He knew where I was going before I even planned the journey
He didn’t promise that weapon against me wouldn’t form
He just promised they wouldn’t prosper.

Be blessed dear reader. Thanks for stopping by.

INTELLIGENT
They’ve always said it
I always doubt it

BEAUTIFUL
I’ve been to the mirror
That’s not what I saw though

<<HE SAID TO ME>>

REDEEMED
You are by my grace.
Look at all the good you are

LOVED
You are
In all so many ways.

Subtle goodbyes of one warrior to another.
What was, no longer is.
The last kiss for the end of the war.
“Sleep tight”
“Okay then goodnight ”
It was done, they were over.

So I held it as if doing something of importance,  when I all I did was just scroll up and down my contacts just to see your name.

Hours later,  I would delete the thousand word long letter confessing my love for you, words that kept screaming in my head.

“Over a Nigga that don’t even check to see if you’re home safely? ”
Tears drop, as if asking for self-pity,  I remembered how true that was.
He never cared, he never bothered because if he did, I wouldn’t be doing this.

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But, then again the next person cannot tell. They don’t know about me,  they don’t know about you and me, so I’ll keep smiling at this gadget of mine, in the nostalgia of what we once had.

They’ll never know. They’ll think I’m just yet another teenager so engulfed, so wrapped around their lover.