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I planned it all along and I am now holding the torch of fire. You will see the ghosts in your past to haunt you in the middle of the night but my ghost will kill you everyday.  Even your house will always remain haunted.  You deserve prison but not in metals, you will be imprisoned by your own old evil ways. You are like my first ghost, always hiding in the shadow just to get a glimpse of my light and I am not even angry nor hurt because my mind knew the " lie well " series, I tolerated them all. While it gives you comfort to remember how you treated me right, the Lord knows it will never allow you to breathe forever because this haunting is not the same like how you live in your lifeless city.  All of my troops, towns, ghosts, and pain will stab you in sunrise, sunset till dawn. The totality of wrecked and reborn faith will set you in fire. Silent vengeance will lose all your ability to find light.  Your night will be your darkest terror and your morning will be your empty

  Words can’t find their place because they were written somewhere years ago. Now, you’re just feeling it all. The misery, memories, and pain.   Real love is when the door is open but you’re not holding it anymore. You gave me a ring, but I was left alone at the altar.   You put me in the garden with your promising vine, but my petals are losing their blaze. And I know it’s still love because my flowers still waters itself with tears. It’s not your fault that I let my cup be filled by your love because the devil loves to lie. And my heart knows that it’s real because my faith may be dying, but my love is not.   It’s safe to say that my hope in the next season isn’t found in your hands holding mine or my hands holding another.   It’s found in areas of hopes where our hearts are healed and not haunted by our ghosts.  

  This was planned all along and the process was not stained. I decided to let my body be burned under the sun to faint. While my soul was watching from afar the whole time,                 your own evilness will be your tortured divine.

Before we landed into people's arms of our history, our minds had ideas that the love was like either playing with fire or lying on snowflakes, noting that it would only suffice the temporary. We thought about bells and rings with them. But with you, it's an eternal field of sunshine and storms. The power of stability and it's not even poetic to finally settle in this grace. You see right through me that the ghosts I buried in history couldn't match the bones I buried in the long midyear months. Real love knows no history and knows no fear. Our love surpasses them all. Everyday, I thought I was a wasted potential, but it took three eclipses and deaths to match your heaven. Now, my soul is now put back in faith and my confessions killed all my creative demons. Our slow burn love will give allowance for mistakes and our secrets will never exist in the book of promise. Your love puts pillows on my shoulders making me think that the pasts are all parts of our strings. I lov

  I know when life throws uncertainties whether rocks or sands to kill and blind us, we think of each other. Our weaknesses sometimes lure us to call for help because maybe it’s not the idea that we still have each other but maybe it’s the point that we have lost some part of ourselves, and the present is just too much to deal with. When life feels like your bones are breaking and your soul is stretching, it’s true that memories in the past kick in. I must tell you that sometimes the devil wants us to settle into our old ways and set us up for mediocrity. We are victimized by wrong settlement, and the devil comforts us in our vulnerability. But, dear friend, life is eclipsed with afflictions and glory. You may feel like darkness resides in your heart for a long time, but one thing my hands intertwined for prayers is a hope in you. It doesn’t give me joy that you are broken inside and while you may be one, do not let your brokenness consume you in the middle of the night. Losi