The presents of me I feel not when you inside
The love I feel shadows the fear of loosing you
Blinds the hatred I should be feeling
Heals the wounds
The pain I feel fades away
While I climax I remember not
You cheat; you lie
Yet I still open for your skin
I still ask for more
I worry not
In-fact to conceive I don’t mind
But you not worth my love
Neither are you worth my trust
You not worth my tears
Neither are you worth my smile
If I were to leave
I would break and you would break too
I know
I know that I’m clouded
Clouded in love
Stupid I know
Yet I don’t stop
Yet it grows even
Zanele F Mavuso
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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