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Humble Mar 2019
We need
A world where women
are not objectified
but are instead dignified

Because a world without women
would be a wasteland
Women should be appreciated and respected.
Humble Feb 2019
If there was no war,
I don't think "peace" would have been a word.
Humble Feb 2019
My room is like my mind
In order now,
Chaotic next,  
A continuous cycle of beauty and mess
Humble Feb 2019
Shower me with some reckless love
Let me drown in endless ecstasy.
Humble Feb 2019
From sparks
to flames
and flares
Then to a blazing fire
That's how dreams are
You tame it
lest it becomes an inferno
and consumes everything
Humble Feb 2019
I still make two cups of tea every morning
I still help you to run the bath
I still pick out a tie for you
I still ask Charlie to make breakfast for two
I still change the channel to your favorite sport channel every morning
I still receive your daily paper and I still think it's weird that you read those
I still go out to the Dunes hoping to meet you waiting
I still turn on the night light by your side of the bed just the way you do
I still make room for you on the bed hoping you'd get in when you get back from work late

Your sister came by the other day
She drank the second tea
She thanked me for running her a bath
She asked me to donate your stuffs to charity
She ate the breakfast I asked Charlie to make just how you like
She changed the sports channels to watch the morning news
She cancelled your paper subscription
She made us eat at another restaurant
She slept on your side of the bed with me and switched off the light on her side

Your sister says they care about me
and needed me to move on

I don't think life and love ends in death...well mine didn't
I wait each day for you to walk in, say you missed your flight and took a different one
that there was no network that's why you haven't called
or that you were kidnapped or something
Just so you can end my grief
This grief is the only thing stronger than my love for you.
Humble Jan 2019
Sometimes, when it rains
I wonder,
"do clouds,
feel broken too?"
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