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There's always happier days to hark back toAnd the more fucked up things areThe happier those epochs seem to beWhile waiting for a prodigyAnd listening to the debilitated beating of my tickerI remembered one of those days The pick pocket game In coast with my kinsI'd never imagine that the seconds after I had placed a moolah in my pocket could be so much merrymaking.But I guess that's nostalgia Finding out that moments from the pastEven if we didn't realise it at the time Were true happiness .M.S©miss_sandra
There's always happier days to hark back toAnd the more fucked up things areThe happier those epochs seem to beWhile waiting for a prodigyAnd listening to the debilitated beatingof my tickerI remembered one of those days The pick pocket game In coast with my kinsI'd never imagine that the seconds after I had placed a moolah in my pocket could be so much merrymaking.But I guess that's nostalgia Finding out that moments from the pastEven if we didn't realise it at the time Were true happiness .M.S©miss_sandra
I scroll through my phone I see her nameI remember the things That happened Lately,I can't put it awayI can't bury it8 years of sustained comeback Pain takes a toilNot just in mental health.All collateral damage In the fight to defend my love.Some call it sacrifice I call it a choiceTruth is,I'm a better warrior as a spouse,daughter and sisterAnd I need to be or my heart won't make it home. 8 years of sustained comeback I learnt a long time ago to remain calm In chaosSo the fighting doesn't bother me But when things go quite I hear further times coming for meThe battles in my skullAnd for the first time in my lifeI'm facing an enemy I don't know how to fight .M.S©miss_sandra
I look back now And I see all the red flags The little changes that I shouldHave asked about But just ignored And thought if I loved her harderIt would fix it all.I thought I had enough love For both of usI played myself.I thought my patch work would be enough But it wasn't.She's the wound I want to healThe ache I don't want to feel The bruise I won't let healCause I always press it.She's everything that is wrong with meBut it's been too longI need to forget her,I want to forget her.She's my created pain And I want to be free of her.M.S©miss_sandra
A WAY WITH WORDS ©miss_sandra
Take me to coming timesWhere solicitude won't be defined By sexuality but by the Corazon .Teleport me to the future Where black lives matterTracks will be replaced by end of racism.Cruise me to the future Where gunshots in our thoroughfaresWill be replaced by joyful hooting of horseless carriage.Take me to the future Where tears of stiffness will be Replaced by those of exuberance.Take me to the future Where there will be no Dissimilarity And stratum.Just love,love and Love.M.S©miss_sandra
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Affliction wasn't close to what she was feeling,Pain and hurt became euphemismI mean that's what you feelWhen someone takes Your ticker and smash it Into specks.``A heart break takes time to healAnd even though pain hurts now Maybe it won't hurt forever "That's what they would tell herBut was maybe worth the risk though?M.S©miss_sandra
Whether you are ,Black, white or redChristian or MuslimGay or straight Rich or poorLiterate or illiterateIt don't matter.The world doesn't need anymore delaminationsAnd stereotypical thinking.What we need is more philanthropyAnd once we love one another Inspite of our variationsInspite of our flawsWe lead people to Christ .We are all one big broodWe need to stop judging.Look at your neighbourGrab their hand And let them know I'm with you Cause if it's not you then who?M.S©miss_sandra
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Beautiful stars is what I see when I look at you