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[ireallywannaknow]

A poem I wrote a couple of years ago after I realized my brother (who I respected) was no longer Muslim.

As Good As


I think I saw it coming but it couldn't   
slowly but impossibly like the end of time
I took a picture and I showed you to the world
Look how beautiful he belongs to me

and now my tears ducts have busted like a pipe
maybe shock. but it can't.
no one can see me like this
about you
etched in my stone heart

my love is dead

(as good as)

Edited by tazaabha, 07 July 2012 - 11:31 PM.