Of Pitiful Love Poem by Wesongah David

Of Pitiful Love



That we loveth with an open eye,
Lies- shrieking romantics-Hopeless!
Did you see it coming?
Never! ! I scream again and again,
Can never be me.
It’s not me.
Was never meant- never,
To be anywhere near love
Pity!


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