Island Love Visit
Story of a Bittersweet Meeting
Um hi
Oh this is your world
It’s nice
Would you, Um
Like to see mine?
It’s a little different
But I promise
You are protected
With love
And truth behind its tongue
Nothing to hide
It’s only you And I
Yes, I want you here
You can ask me anything
Where are you going?
What do you mean you can’t stay here?
So this the feeling of my heart breaking
Where did the love go?
Reminiscent of your touch
Even tho, you are gone
What if I shouldn’t be letting you go,
I still don’t know where I’m going with this,
but I keep coming back to this.
Searching for any clue
Why must my heart be forced to revisit
The site of this love visit
They say you could die from a broken Heart
We should’ve slowed down from the start
I still think what if so
You tried to really go
after my soul
as if you didnt know
They say you could die from a broken heart
Moved on so fast..
why did you start
That’s the question I would ask
If you once again asked
I never knew I needed it
In a way that I want it.
Even after all the fights.
Misunderstanding, and hate.
You stay on my mind.
This wave was extra bumpy at the gate
But I will do.
To chose to.
Get over you.
Even tho I don’t want to.
I miss you so much.
I still think of Your gaze
The place where I would sit
Feeling amazed
But I can’t let you touch.
Cause my heart is forced to revisit
The site of this love visit
They say you could die from a broken heart
There’s no telling
Will it leave scars
Thinking if we can get through this
We can get through anything
Idk
Imma just look up at these stars
Since my heart is forced to revisit
The site of this love visit
They say you could die from a broken Heart
We should’ve slowed down
from the start
I still think what if so
You tried to really go
after my soul
as if you didnt know
They say you could die from a broken heart
Moved on so fast..
why did you start
That’s the question I would ask
If you once again asked
Love is so taboo
Change happens
Whether I’d like too
I can do
without
If that’s what all the hypes about
But I’d want nothing
more
than to just talk to you
We flow through the songs of the wind
Move with the sand
And grind through the storm
It’s not a matter of who wins
Watch the film
We Set our hearts on fire
Tho the world may do it
you gotta fill
your own song
I’m willing to listen
We have a lot to talk about
Imma let you start
There’s no one that compares without
But if you never come about
I’m not going to just wait around
Tho my heart is forced to revisit
The site of this love visit
They say you could die from a broken Heart
We should’ve slowed down from the start
I still think what if so
You tried to really go
after my soul
as if you didnt know
They say you could die from a broken heart
Moved on so fast..
why did you start
That’s the question I would ask
If you once again asked
Every thought made
Without knowing
I just hate
How you just take
How’d you got me
Wondering what was fake
Sorry to dissapoint
Thinking you believed in me
imma take a point
And let my passion bleed
Until I’m empty
And full of soul-try
So I’ll be ready
When my heart is forced to revisit
The site of this love visit
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Spirit refuses to be in one place. But rather feel all places. Feel whole and free when the arts of my heart spread its its wings. We admire the moon in the sky where our eyes are aligned, just as the sun, just the same.
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George.
If walls could talk. I wish. I saw a murder today. I’ve seen people getting mugged, stabbed and even throw up. I’m a New York City subway wall after all. People spray paint, spit and pee on me. But that’s neither here nor there. The murder was absolutely brutal, the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my days since this subway was built. And that was in the 1890s can you believe it. The worst sight. And I can’t run away, call for help, scream! Oh, how I wish I could scream. Or at least help the poor man that laid there dead for over 5 hours. I had to stay here and just watch a lifeless man for over 5 hours. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because no one walked by. Every so often someone would walk by, and just glance at him! They probably thought that he was a homeless man sleeping. His name was George. I know that because he actually is homeless, and I think he believed that I was his home. He slept on me every single day and night. He would tell me all about his life. About how his childhood was. About how he used to get beaten by his mother. And about his first hit of a pipe. George seemed so sad. And now he’s dead. Too bad I can’t talk, because I actually recognized the person who killed him. He comes by from time to time to catch the train. It’s usually very late at night, when there is barely no one down here. Around 6 hours before it starts getting busy, I think people call it midnight, I’m not too sure. But today he came, and was acting like George when he hits his pipe sometimes. Scratching himself and yelling at nothing. He was walking and almost fell of the tracks. He caught himself and seemed very scared. He looked behind him, I’m assuming thinking someone tried to push him on the tracks. I say this due to the way he abruptly turned around and spotted George. He started running up to him, yelling words I’ve never heard before. He then started hitting George, who was just as confused as I was, since George was just peacefully watching him with me. George is a small man. He’s old and doesn’t have any friends but me. He didn’t put up too much of a fight. Looking back at it, he actually didn’t seem to fight back at all. I think this angered the high man, because the next thing that he did was pull out a pocket knife and started stabbing George. It was so sad to see. To have to bare witness to my friends life leave his body, and turn to stone. There were some days where I wish that me and George could trade places. So I then could walk and talk and interact with other humans, but on this day I took that wish back. I knew that the subway was a scary place at times. But to know what it like to be human and then be turned to stone without your consent… is absolutely terrifying. I don’t wish to be about of their society anymore. Today, I lost faith… and I lost a friend. The only person who spoke to me as if I was somebody, as if he could hear me. The guy ended up running away when he realized what he had done. When enough blood poured out of George, for someone to step in its puddle… that’s when he finally was found. Police arrived and then the ambulance. I over heard the coo talk about how there wasn’t much evidence to go off of. And how he was homless so there wasn’t much they could do. If only I could talk… there would be.
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Good work, an interesting take on the challenge.