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Jedidiah Mumba Poem
Dusty road, hopeless eyes, looking back, she left me standing it’s a long way now to you.
All those year but a day changes everything, passion feeds away all the tears cause nothing really matter.
Reflection in the mirror is the same old face background small town, everywhere you look around, tell me what you are running from?100m/h the anti no slowing sown but you can’t out run yourself.
Turn down this voice inside my heard lay down with me tell me no lies cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t cause you can’t make you heart feel something that it won’t, morning will come give me until then to give up this fight, all I have is hope that you will love me someday
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Thy is Samthing about the way, the street
looks when
it just rains,the is a glow off the pavements.
We walking up the road and I wonder if you
notice, I
am trying to make sure the night would las
and
capture every moment with you. Time slows
down when you're around.
The way you talk to me is like magic and it
licking all
over me, every time I get close,you make me
week
with those eyes.
You are crazy gentle in the way you talk, I
was in
distress, but take me to you, imprison me for
I shall never be free, nor ever chaste,except
you ravish me
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Its life that bring us together to opposites
coming together as one not wanting to
know where life may take us as long as i
have you hand in hand making to hearts hav
one single heartbeat.
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Jedidiah Mumba Poem
Puppeteer, oh Puppetmaster write my today
and tomorrow put down my lines on paper,
correct me when I am wrong, lets do a show
together and when we are done throw me in
your dusty closet and say I am useless, but
remember I am just wood not any perfect
then you are and one day I will be useful to
you.
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If I had to write your beauty would it stand
the test of time eyes bright like the midnight
star lips soft like silk body hot like the desert
curve like she works for black berry
movement full of grace she may not have a
crown on her head but she is my princess
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