September 4 a day I turn 21 


I spend re-runs  in smite of love’s relentless mix 


Good bye Florence the city of the dead

I’m so sorry I have left like this


I guess I realized your beauty pretty too late 


I swear then you were not something to kiss 


if any man dared me to abandon my feelings in a 99 plus 1 election it would have been an opportunity I wouldn’t have missed


This city called Florence assumed to be beautiful by the node of the gay 


took its  bridges and highway roads just to get to me


My bad 


I never ran back to it 


Let me get this off my chest 


 I personally incline not to take its stairs up 


For I may lose my way down 


Its doors seemed more open and vivid for every eye to linger 


So no I won’t fall 


I refuse to clench on to it’s peers 


I won’t take my step for many have 

And many have died 


Today I call Florence town 


A graveyard 


The end of every man lies there 


The shape of  Florence was 

designed to slay men 


oh please


Forgive me I may not love with all my heart


I may admire but only for a fleet moment 


I may praise but only for a flirt 

Feminist movement 


I’m no longer a coward to love


I Won’t get in - I won’t break in 


 4 sided hearts like etiquette clovers 


How confusing this state be 


Should I go 4 years back or continue my run 🤷‍♀️ 


Should I find a city that’s above my age??  or is this one still perfect for my eyes to love..??


The right time will tell..❤️🤭






You express in a wonderful poetic way. Poet you sure have great talent. Kudos.



plz pleez do drop by again to read and comment under my newest poem too, such interaction feels warm in this cold world so we can be all be friends.


Jae franklin

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