Roy Mburia Poems

There is always a statement to be made
A word to be spoken
A story to be told
And a tale to reflect about
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Its not via my heart, my ways and means I turn my back,
I even don’t want to walk away,
But even if I stay,
Whatever leads us a stray,
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Today I grow in silence,
An isolated trail,
A secret tale,
No tags of praise,
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The sun just set,
The hundredth moment
Still seeing the minute you left,
My life semi perfect,
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If there is tomorrow I have many plans
If I knee it comes with certainty,
Would there be aches, or cold breathes?
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I too want one like him,
A Romeo, maybe fourth generational Jacob
A man with much intent,
Loyal to my heart,
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I know when I have a feeling,
That which moves my heart,
Makes me a slave to loneliness
Moves me in circles,
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