The Fallen Love Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

The Fallen love
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Treasuring the past
With haunting memories
Disguised with all the good that happened
We tend return our love to graves
Those that discredited us
Those that finally could not find honey in us
.
We tiptoe to these sculptors
The once treasurable gods and goddesses
The diamond hearted creatures
In expectations of the sweet past moments
To rekindle and reshare the darling feelings
True love is the flag we raise high
Willing to be heart martyred
We don't give up.
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Like choir, we sing as they clap
We get it all
All that we had missed for awhile
The hopes are high
We begin to promise heavens
Its like breathing new life
Like born agains, we are different beings
More determined to outlive the future
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When love falls, it takes all
The dark past woes return,
The sweetness is short lived
Because we didn't change
Our character remained
The personality lives on
Same person same perception
The empire falls again
We became Ex's again
Waiting on the generation to ressurect us.
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©2018
Bamukunda Hillary