Twisted mind,
pained my heart,
to sent him in the sands,
yet i felt hurt,
but sending him in pieces,
thinking i'll be in peace,
ending up bruised
lifting thy hand up
hope he'll reach,
call me for a rap,
lyricsed by his preach,
on my beauty dap,
but i send him off,
I caged the inner,
not a secret all all,
then saw myself camouflage,
like a prey chameleon,
weak strong i stood,
but i played a roll,
no actress can.
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is actually my first love story, he knows himself am kinda sorry and not sorry for choosing to let go, sometimes it happens
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Comments1
Wow! Powerful, my friend. The last stanza brings it all home. Playing a roll that no one can play. I get this and can feel the "sweet pain" in your words. Well done Isa! 🌹👏
Thanks a lot
You are welcome!
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