Renee Wangwe Poems

The heart is a muscle,
I choose to believe
It can be trained.
Not to strain,
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If it's words you want,
I would find the most beautiful ones,
Shower them in chamomile,
Scent them with lilacs,
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I wouldn't know how a single puff feels,
When he draws it from his lips.
Half the time,
I envy the damn cigarette.
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A rope in hand he made his way,
To the midst of the forest around his thoughts,
A step and a stop as he unfolded inside;
Crumbling with the lies he told his mind.
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It's in the way I smile,
Pretty enough but not quite right.
The way I dress,
Cute enough just not quite right.
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So you think you know insecurity?
You think you can properly define this ten letter word?
Better yet, you think you are the walking visual of this word.
I can one up you; I have inhaled, compelled and lived insecurity from my conception.
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I scanned the world,
By standing still.
Let things happen,
By their will!
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My mind is blank.
So blank, the silence must be an underlying sea of words.
A sea so content and fragile, it must be havoc.
Havoc raised in my thoughts, millennia ago.
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He makes her smile,
Better than you ever could.
He holds her hand,
Tighter than you ever did.
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You say I own you.
You say I won.
You say a lot of things.
And I like it.
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