Tell me how to look in his eyes,
When love becomes lies,
When its faded and dry,
When there is nothing left in his sky,
How do i look in his eyes,
When he hops down for a kiss,
Should I kiss him when in piss,
Tell me how to come clean,
When the truth is venomous,
When love is incapacitated,
When it all dried and gone
How would he react,
When their is no chemistry,
For this love is chemically killing me
Tell me how selfish am i
When i see no future with him,
When am fed up with him,
When he takes it calmly,
Sitting btwn two PC ,
When he rejoices with no shame,
For he won against his buddy,
When he knows no of toiling,
When he thinks of the present,
When he doesn't want to sweat,
Yet he wants a good life,
Tell me how a gold digger i am
When i take my leave
When am scared to babysit,
A 32 yr old baby bf
Tell me am selfish,.
Maybe am not,
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imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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If it doesn't fit don't stay with it. A poem of ill fit. Nicely said
Thanks a lot
I feel the pain and frustration in this, my friend. If he says those things about you, he ain't worth it. Your poem ends with that resolve. Well expressed, Isa! 🌹👏
Thanks a lot for ur genuine feedback what if i am the one who is saying this things about him
You're welcome, Isa! I guess that just means love can be messy on both sides sometimes. You wrote it so raw and real—that’s why it hits home, regardless of whose POV it's coming from. Again, well done, my friend.
a real dilemma, well written
Thanks
most welcome
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