HURT You were hurt, trapped in regret, Every day waking up in screams and debate, Today, you have been saved, from being enslaved, witness as TRUE LOVE is getting served, by a man well behaved. Embarrassed are close. Embarrassed are those, who thought we both did not deserve, what we reserve in order to preserve, Our LOVE that is like a ripe plant, believed only by us, when many said, we cant. You were waking up, With a blow, he puts you back to sleep, a true wife you were, he should have kept, If it was me, I was gonna keep, but an idiotic man, who enjoys when you weep. Blamed you after you slept. I came, like a captain on a floating ship. Good as a sheep, beside being poetically deep. To call you, every day with a good name, you accept Just a young man, writing because of his habit, not for firm. Writing about love life indifferences, though, not based on one term. When I started many thought, I was lame, How though ? Because I am willing to take their blame, Today I endure by taking her blame, Love is not a game, I didnt play it. Why should I play her, Why couldnt I Lay her. Protect, be around, stay for her. - Poem by: Jozi Poet - Year: 2014 - JOZI POET ART WORK INC © -
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 20:01:42 +0000
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