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May 2014
blood drops like
cloud drops rainfalls
falls on those unprotected from rain
try to run from the rain
but you can still hear the sounds .
Red and black are the colours
of the cursed
the cursed that never knew
the brightness and happiness
of colours that bring life.

Blood drops like
my heart drops everytime
your voice stops
from being heard by my
ears and being felt
by the butterflies in my stomach.
The name Bummies used to bring
so much joy to the soul that
used to be at peace
now Bummies just holds lots
of memories and moments
I can never take back

and like the clouds that hold rainfalls
and the way blood drops...
my eyes water.
I'm in love with a boy I had a fling with and now he isn't talking me without giving me a reason why. I'm just basically describing how much I miss him.
Poet x rebel
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Poet x rebel  Somewhere in South Africa
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