Debo’s Rose (Discovery)       The distance to love is short, 
but forgetting is a wandering expedition of wretched despair. 
My heart searches in the distance, 
With pursed lips and wide eyes blinded by a glare, 
I call out, “Are you there?” 
I love him, and sometimes he loves me too. 
I love him, so I have to pursue, 
“until I’ve found you.” 
Wading through the fire like Chaka Khan. 
Oblivious that I’m tracking a chakra’s con. 
Something to do, someone to love, 
Something to look forward to… 
I am compelled to continue. 
Running, stumbling, losing track of time. 
Chasing a perfect imperfection. 
God’s divine design. 
Alas, I SEE you, a measure of a man. 
Holding your own bleeding heart in your hands. 
So I give you mine… 
What a pleasurable stellar endeavor. 
However, 
I’m breaking as I bind your pieces back together. 
Yet, 
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