Colin Wongk Biography

A poem for me
Not for you, her, them, or anybody!
No this poem is for the future me less I forget whom I must be
So my vision doesn't blur or I lose the keenness of the future I see for me
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Let me be free
Free of the strife, pain, and misery
Free of your need to control me with your oversized, overbearing cup of envy
You can't control it, it seek to destroy our destiny
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Some say love is dead and others say love is blind.
i ask why isn't love mine?
i don't really NEED it tho....but as a man i still be lonely at times and i ain't no man hoe just trying to bone or get dome
I'm look for that type of love that's defined as homegrown, and a expression of soul, not hers or mine but ours intertwined and not just our body, oh no! instead our minds, I'm just saying if you wouldn't mind opening your mind and giving us the time to get to know each other so deeply that what yours, and mine becomes one in our mind and form a bond that stands the test of time and make those around us say damn i wish that was mine....
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It starts
A single flicker on the kindling of our emotions
It burns oh so smoothly
So smoothly that I don't even notice the heat
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this poison I drink...
make my steps seem crooked
my thoughts so lucid
my heartbeat so elusive
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