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I'm TETTEH the MUSE // words are what i use // to your heart am like the fuse // without me you will see abuse.// Words make and unmakes // remember the 'let there be's...'

Saturday, 4 August 2012

how normally normal.


There is a great curse on earth,

One that is beneath the head,

The curse is a strange feeling,

Men call it love, lust…

But I say it’s a feeling

That makes you long for someone

Whereas that person may/not long

For you as you do for her,

If she does not then you live as though

Under a curse—

The sight of her

Engineers a space within

That weeps as a child

Suffering from a generational curse.

Thoughts of her make the mind working

Throughout a sleepless night—haunting.

Her inaction pierces but you can forget…

Conversely, should she leave?

A prick alone heals untimely infinite…

If she feels the way you feel…