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posted by Kitannaheart12
With the thorns breaking through my skin i fall

just to hear wewe scream i hate you

and i cry and crawl through the wire and i get away from your voice its screaming in my ear!!! everwhere Im escaping!!!

and i wont see wewe and i fall again but when i get far i wont hear wewe screaming nomore for me!.

this dark whole the one that he made...I wont be in it nomore i will escape i cant stay in this underground with wewe ,you made this deep enough and now your stuck in it

But whos the one alone now?Is it me? cause what i see...

is people hate wewe not me..how could i let wewe be alone?

how could wewe make me...
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posted by vampirefreak_26
I see wewe everyday,but yet there is a ukuta between us
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for wewe are pure,but I don't know if wewe feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my moyo broken again kwa a person I trust
The other part wants wewe zaidi than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The swali I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how wewe feel,cause wewe are driving me crazy
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posted by Kitannaheart12
These liars ...

Use to there own face!

What do wewe see in the mirror?

Do wewe think being bad will make wewe live good?

Idk why...

they choose to..hurt

when they feel it all...

"No!, this cant be it cant happen to me... what did i do to deserve this" is called karma?

WHY DO wewe FUCKING lie...why do wewe want to hurt the one wewe always alisema wewe wanted someone to treat wewe so well here I am I alisema I wasnt going nowhere! Do wewe expect them to stay?

..after the hurt wewe want to do look at them now

roken just like wewe before they

put the fucking pieces back together Did wewe DESERVE THIS? wewe see your the one...
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posted by reb1009
wewe steal my life,
I have no chance,
I want to live,
And find life's romance.

You strike me down,
Do wewe have no soul?
I thought wewe would upendo me,
'Cause I upendo wewe so.

I call wewe mother,
And father too,
But wewe kill me,
And it doesn't bother you.

Do wewe wonder what I would be,
Do wewe wonder what I am,
I wanted to be a football player,
To be your little man.

My birthday was yesterday,
The one wewe got to miss,
But I'm up in Heaven,
With all of death's gifts.

God loves me,
I hope wewe upendo me too,
But it doesn't look like it,
Since I'm not there with you.

I hope wewe know I upendo you,
I upendo wewe very much,
But I wish...
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posted by Geoo
My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his upendo to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical au spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With wewe for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the...
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Poem Daffodils kwa William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the onyesha to me had brought:

For oft, when on my kitanda I lie
In vacant au in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my moyo with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
posted by gwendiamond
The siku is Ending
The sun is Setting
All is over
But i am sad

My moyo is still grey
My Marafiki are mad at me
And i am still sad

I go to sleep
But i can not stop thinking of what i have done
Will my Marafiki ever Forgive me
And i am still Sad

I Have hurt a friend and Choked another
What have i done
And i am still sad

Why have i done this why
I have been tricked
Betrayed even
kwa the Evil one
I must get him
Pay him for what he has done to me

When i have done so my Marafiki will be happy
And so will i
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