Jean Bernard Dessources
Bio
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
Stories (27/0)
Nastara
If blood could mix with fire to create perfect harmony where the world would not cry. in the depths of the sunset the stars cried, because my heart does not want to lose you, each memory each kiss the smallest has so much strength. Can love come back between two broken people. So I empty myself and let myself be carried away in the illusion that she could love me again.. So hard to tame this heartbreaking love that only asks for its arm around my neck seeing his eyes burn with love for me and if life cannot give us this chance then death will give us its clemency for
By Jean Bernard Dessources5 months ago in Poets
Chronicle of the love of poverty and drunkenness intro part 2
how to tell you The world is too small \ and the words are ephemeral so I throw myself into my chimeras from where the ink in the paint of blood draws the leaves of the stories of a man who found love at the bottom of the abyss in the hand of the devil.. So as the words of the mouth of a a newborn and his mother pays attention
By Jean Bernard Dessources12 months ago in Poets
Chronicle of the love of poverty and drunkenness intro
Sorry Vocal it's been a long time I haven't put my words and my troubles on your pages .. It's not my fault I don't have a reader but really I don't care since you are my little secret notebook where I can say my little heart problems. IN SUMMARY here's what's going on in my shitty life: I found love in a woman who I don't know if she loves me, but what's going on break me hurt love so quickly I present it to you : Her name is V not like the TV series but she is charming and the opposite of everything I would have liked but she attracts me, her smile and her personality which pushes her to do the opposite of what I want for My daughter's smile touched me. Yes from its appearance one could say what has no heart ect but I dived and what I saw and much larger than all that I imagined. But damn alcohol and cigarettes kills me but what I feel kills me even more, is it possible that love is much more and destructive than nuclear? I'm not perfect too but why do I see the divine in her. she smiles and the world changes rotation. her body from head to toe is so perfect by the adornment of her imperfection has made me so abdict that I say at the end: she distorts the words but does not hide the words (alcohol) I am waiting for the end for another chapter
By Jean Bernard Dessources12 months ago in Poets
