Keith Sweat - Make It Last Forever

The Bench

That’s how it all starts, on the bench. You are sitting down reading a book. I ignore my nerves to speak to you. We get to know each other this particular day. I don't notice the beauty in you. All I notice is that pride. Talking about our life and our unknown futures, We are more than dazing. Your pride has some talking, While your graceful face, has others wishing they could be near you We do not see each other for the meanwhile, though I don’t care. I really do not see the big deal about your good looks. “Is that your man?” someone says. “No, never! I would never have feelings for a guy like that!!” I say. Once again, life brings us together. This time I am wrong. I slowly start developing strong feelings for you. I start noticing an improvement of your character. I see a genuine and kind man. The time comes in as I hit rock bottom. You come in to console me. You believe in me when I doubt myself. You stand up for me w

An Ode to E

As he walks in, the excitement is in. Oh how much time till we be Close together again? Those precious times of laughter, pressure, Nervousness, and encouragement Turns into lust for him. Time passes by and feelings break, turning into tears. Tears of depression for missing him. Disappears like bubbles in the air. No more us, but rather more vivid memories That remain so close to my heart. My heart now has the courage to look for this fool. Once in contact, is like he turns into a monster. A monster that surprises and scares me with its actions. Like an appealing shiny fruit, he appears, But quite rotten on the inside. What happened? I don’t know. Vivid happy memories turn into A sad heart of discouragement. If you want to look for me, Please bring back that gentle heart.

Dear Cow

I've always enjoyed the delicious taste of a hamburger. Never did I bother to look information that goes further. My taste buds were more important to me That I really didn't care to see. I'm sorry for all these years of blindness. It will take a lot to show you my kindness. My own species is destroying you Till the point that you can no longer moo. I apologize for the pain of having your baby taken away. The pain you have inside will never decay. Just so my species could have your milk. What's even worse is your fear of getting killed. The fear of having your blood everywhere spilled. The tears you shed before having your flesh cut, Are tears that hurt deep down my gut. I wish I could do much more than just not consuming your dead body. I wish your friends the sheep, pig, and chicken wouldn't have to go through the same. As a result, the human species pays the consequences of consuming it and is to blame. From Diabetes to Mad Cow Disease, are just

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