They say I am your photocopy,
Meanwhile you left me no pen to copy,
no paper to sketch you.
I grew up knowing you were overseas
Hoping you will return back,
Yet to my amazement,
Its a journey you will never return
Growing up without you is like africa without a horn,
a continent without a madagascar .
you left scars of sorrow on my heart
Stories untold, dreams shattered,
just because of your abscense......
Melfa The Poet
-
Author:
MELFA THE POET (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2024 22:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.