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this beautiful song

we have our faults, we have our frowns

we have our woes yet we have our smiles.

love is for the courageous and baby I’ve been quite the strong.
I see you seeing me
I see your beautiful song.
You encourage me u love me u feel me u touch me…
I see you i love you I want to see your best from the rest.
Yes we have our faults, we have our frowns
we have our woes yet we have our smiles.
Yes love is endless yes love is a lesson…
 love drives us crazy
yet love carries a beautiful message.
And the notice is nothing in life matters more than love.
 Like the wild fires in the forest catching flames burning down the lifeless forms and giving it passion for life,
 Like the endless heavens with sea winds gently caressing your skin that is submerged in beautiful white doves,
 like the endless oceans that is not discovered so who knows what beautiful possibilities that runs deep,
 like the oak tress who roots are perhaps are the earths center and rises to the atmospheres….
love is is that passionate, that gorgeous, that flowing, that secured.
Yes we have our faults, we have our frowns
we have our woes yet we have our smiles.
Love is not weak its strong. Endurance is at high levels, compassion is always a beautiful option…..because compassion IS always a beautiful option……
love needs love today and this beautiful song of yours I want to sing
fill up my soul with your lyrics, im wrapped around the snake that gave me the
knowledge,
your beautiful song I will always sing out loud….
Yes we have our faults and yes we have our frowns
we have our woes yet we have our smiles.
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In today’s news….

I’m just his weekly news,
That he preaches to,
Knowing a new top story was on its way,
You gave my heart no substance, just a ‘we’re going to a break’ cue.
What an illusion.
Some would say its the part where the weatherman was always wrong.
It rained today while your presence still causes my smiles.
Yet and still,
I must not meet your standards.
The puppet in me has geppettoed,
as if were watching sesame street instead of the 10:00 news.
I feel molded.
The illustration is beautified but perpetually disastrous in every way.
This insanely needs reprimanded,
like a government shutdown.
You have set this trap designed especially for me,
and I took the fall and you just left me be.
This muthafucker doesn’t have any love for me.

This news report has discernment written all over it.
The dew point of this fog is overcast, so why do we bring sand to the beach?
As you present your wry comments like a leech,
I’m left with the malfunction of this teleprompter.
And as I take an elongated sigh to the moon,
I realize this segment will soon be obsolete to you,
as I am stuck on the memory of our tragedy as being past breaking news.