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 Apr 2020 A Alexander
Christine
I didn’t see what’s coming
because my eyes were close.
I didn’t hear what you’re saying
because my ears weren’t listening.
I’m processing at the moment. :)
 Apr 2020 A Alexander
PS
secret.
 Apr 2020 A Alexander
PS
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
I scarcely know
what to believe
either way offers
me no relief.
 Mar 2020 A Alexander
N
Loveless
 Mar 2020 A Alexander
N
She was named after love,
and letters were exchanged
between lovers in her name

Poets found their muse
when she visited their hearts
and I was one of them

But my love never
reached her heart
like hers did mine

And so she left,
when my stubborn heart was
aching to be laced with hers

She left,
and my eyes were searching,
yearning for her

Dear Heyam,
I swear on love letters
and you
For it is the last poem
I write about you
The name Heyam -هيام- means ardent love in Arabic, that was my lover’s name. She’s the ex I’m always writing about, and I pray to Aphrodite that this is the last poem I write for her.
My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.
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