I have picked up your struggles of disbelieve/
made it mine/
And now we in love/
flirt with insecurity/
Cum with doubt/
Moan disappointments/
Stay on hard with hurt/
We hold each other tight and let our hearts run/
Run into memories that still hurt us/
What (s)he did last/
month, year, week-/
End.
I struggle…/
cos you want reason to be sad/
…to make you see that I love you.
nice piece
ReplyDeletethanks Seyram. :)
ReplyDeleteonce again, you touched me. this is beautiful Nana. Thank you for pouring your heart on the page.
ReplyDelete:) Thanks Kuukua for your kind words.
ReplyDeletehmmmmm.... ;)
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