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 Jun 2020 Bumble Zee
Jamie
Nine months
Of blissful ignorance

Nine months
Of peace

Nine months
Of rest

Nine months
Of safety

Nine months
Of love

Nine months
Without heartbreak

Nine months
Of growth

Nine months... was all we got

What gave the World the right to rob us of so much?
April is never the cruelest month,
Every  month is curler than the other
It  only depends on what you experience !
Let's continue telling our story to you
January, I met  you  
February, you   admitted that you love me
Month after month, I loved you too
Then, you left me
I can't blame neither the months nor you!
Love is nothing but a Shakespearian tragedy!  
Not that of thoughts,
It's the other of two hearts !
One will say  goodbye ,
The other will die
#tragedy #love #feelings #poetry
t's  time for  sunrise but my heart is still not alive  
I'm walking in the street like a lively ghost
New birth is coming but I'm waiting; waiting for death  
Nothing changes, I  can't see nothing but the end
It's a fact- I hate this meaningless life -
Death is not bad
You must accept this fact
#sunrise
#death
#life  
#depression
Night scares me
It's full of memories
I hate the past
It reminds me of the death  
I remember the day she left me
It was so harsh
I hate the might
I want to forget
But, I can't
She was a part of me
She loved me
But,  now she becomes just a memory
I hate the night
I want to forget -not she of course  -
But, that she left me
I will never forget you
#memories
#love
#nostalgy
#pain
#night
#poerty
Her lips, soft like that of cotton candy as it subtly embraces my name. Her voice, like a beautiful musically composed orchestra of pure delight.
Her hair, red as the sands of mars cascading under the dancing moonlight.
As i look at the stars this night,
Assurance i got from the moon, our union shines just as bright.
Trying to eliminate being to abstract
All i know is i love you forever,  this is fact
these words i write, for your love they fight
i'm the happiest when in my arms, you fall asleep at night.
Two men on the road.

One white
The other black

One with the Bible
The other with the Qur'an

Why is it important?

After all they are seeking the same.
Build bridges, not walls.
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
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