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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Confessions of the Heart of Denial

It’s hard for me to tell my feelings.
I’ll always be too shy to speak.
You’re like an angel sent from above.
I love you dearly but you’ll never know.

It’s been days, weeks and months since I saw you.
I think about you every day.
I wish you were here so I could tell you how I really feel.
But you’re in a land were Africans were once slaves.

I’m confessing today I love you with all my heart.
We’re like two broken hearts once we’re together.
There’s no stopping what our love can do.

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