The seven deadly sins

Envy,
when i look at her and hoped it was me you loved…

Gluttony,
when i channelled my pain to food…

Lust,
when i imagined you and me together…

Pride,
when i was in denial of falling for you…

Greed,
but the truth is, i want you all for myself…

Sloth,
when i wasted lots of hours thinking of you…

Wrath,
when i wanted you to feel my pain…

I’m going to hell for all of the above.

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if I could paint love

if I could paint love,

it looks like this:

singing you a lullaby when you can’t sleep;

waking up every morning to see what you are up to;

embracing all your imperfections;

cancelling plans to encourage your dreams;

and just being there, like the wind, that pushes you to fly…

(A mother’s love is the most beautiful love there is. Simple, yet strong.)

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What is love?

What is love?
A child heart asked–

is it not in the eyes that see
a ray of hope in all humanity;
or of gentle hearts that beat
for every weary soul that face defeat

What is love?
A curious one wonders–

is it not the touch of kindness
and any act that brings home gladness;
a simple curve of a smile even,
that mends some hearts broken

What is love?
The thinkers ponder–

is it not the quest to understand
the mystery that is out of our hand;
rather than reducing life to definition
expanding, enlightening our vision

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