Rhimouna de blessed Poems

They call her suicide
For she is the beauty of many
The solution of my misery
Your pain, your hurt
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Father father
I cry out to my father’s name
When will my time come?
My patience’s has run out, my present ruin
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It is just pass midnight
Yet she stil refuses to belive that it was the last goodbye
Or wasn't it?
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I apologies
I am after all only human
I am not perfect
I can see and know of my sins
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I am loved by many
Yet am still trapped
Within de boundaries of this love
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