To him,

She was the sun☼

that covered his sky.

And that's the story behind his darkness❤

You told me my words were like cold, sweet milk,
flowing so elegantly into your mouth
on a hot summer's day.
But, I guess, somewhere along the way,
you became lactose intolerant.


(d.d.b)

In its place of need
June is calling out to me
With a summer tune

Sure to keep the beat
Played by the sweltering heat
Adding to its mood

I wrote how I felt
on a small slip of paper
and I threw it
into the ocean
to never been seen
*again

We've got bigger heads but narrower minds.
Why there is always a boundary between our heart and mind?

©IGMS

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I write every poem using the love you send me

Our colonies die
Mother nature is in charge
Adapting to supply