There are 500 poems, now
That I left incomplete
Some of them
Just without periods
The reason always the same:
I don’t want us to end
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There are 500 poems, now
That I left incomplete
Some of them
Just without periods
The reason always the same:
I don’t want us to end
https://insanitymisunderstood.com
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Benjamin Grossman 
Ohhh so good to see you back and in great form. Love this Ben. a true poetic love affair!!
Thanks, thanks! Hope you’re doing well, Karima! Poetic love affair, yes! I like that idea.
I’m doing great and looking forward to reading a lot of you:):)
Thanks again 🙂
I love this.
Thanks so much!
So good Ben.
Big thanks!! Appreciate you!
Beautifully done! Nice to see you again.
Thanks a lot! Nice to see you as well!
Unfinished…is where beautiful words come from! I love your poem!
Thanks a ton!
This is the sweetest poem ever!😊❤
Blessed to have you here. Thanks so much! Your presence means something…!
Cute.
Thank you!
Pleasure is mine 🙂
lovely, this unfinished poem, Ben 🙂
Thanks you! Hope you’re having a wonderful start to your year! 🙂
Thanks! likewise!! 🙂