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Mar 2017
I was always told by my mother,
That love is lust, and everyone can relate.
That to love is now meaningless and a bother,
It is that one thing that drive mankind to hate.
I know now what she...was saying all of these years,
Love is a burden that we all have to carry as humans.
All of the griefs , sorrows and fears,
Made us draw back into the shadows like demons.
Love, what is that, and why for it we care?
Is it that thing we use as an excuse to hurt each other,
Or is it the thing that make us feel rare ?
Love on my part make us so crazy that we can't even trust each other.
I know, love...is deceiving, disloyal and unfaithful,
It is the mother of everything I know to be shameful.



Jonesy 2017 ©
My new collection : A conversation among broken hearts.
Jonesy
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Jonesy  20/F/Ealing Park, Barbados
(20/F/Ealing Park, Barbados)   
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