Kharisma
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CATEGORY
romance
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COMMENTS
twistedbeauty says: love it! |
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hymnagen says: Now that's some kind of devotion beautifully expressed. Thanks for the share |
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Kharisma says: Thank yall 😊 |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kharisma
Whatever You WantWhatever you want, the thought dangled between thoughts of just wanting him. From limb to limb I yearn to be near his very existence. |
Your Pain Is MIneI stretched out my arms, and allowed your broken wings to become mine. The hurt, pain and emotions I'll carry for you, no need to hide behind a smile that many don't care about love. I got you, the Queen that will go to war for you. I'll stand fearless in the lions den for you, the weapon of true love will win this war of hardship. You're never weak because my strength is yours, forever more. |
Can You Stand The RainI stood in the rain, allowing the stream to wipe away each particle of unaware emotions. Additionally I was subconsciously programmed to stand in the dirt of deceit, I stood in the mud of guilt as I knew tempted war wounds of forgiveness permeated my veins. I had to show you that even when the sun didn't shine I stood beside you. Bring your umbrella of embodiment profusely I adore your enabled factor of brown skin. I jumped inside the Lions den, your soul being my piece of paper as I wrote out each sin. Where do I begin, becoming soaking wet enraged within, I stood in the ran. Proving that nobody would ever fight, this long and hard battle besides me for him. He no longer could ask that underlying question, can you stand the rain? Cause I'd go to hell and back again... over and over again for nobody else but him. |
BernadetteLooking out the window I hear the sweet soulful cry from Levi Stubbs. Singing out his passionate love to this woman called bernadette. Wishisng that I was her, wishing I had a man that sang to me so sweetly. Praying that no matter what I did in life I would never stop loving him deeply. Bernadette held the soul of a brown skin goddess, he knew she accepted his solitude of strength regardless of the malnutritioned bottomless pit found within his wallet. Some days I wish I was named Bernadette, she had a heart of melted Gold that stuck to the root of your vessels like a disease. A wise woman that held strength and did as she pleased. I never held the power to have anyone see that true love within me, maybe one day Bernadettes spirit will find itself and proclaim me.
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