Treasure Island

Chinonso Uche

(Onitsha, Anambra State, Nigeria)

Plea


I don't want you to goto bed sadly
Cos you belong with me happily
Please don't type anything from now verbally
Until I win your heart again with my nascent poem completely

I simply meant to be myself for you truely
Cos I derive joy being part of you momentarily
I can't feign to be happy without you simply
Cos I know it'll hurt me, cut me and pierce me deeply

I do know one thing is for sure probably
Cos I know right now you're blushing endlessly

If you punish me for my sins mercilessly
You may end up stealing my freedom from you cruelly
And if you told me you loved me passionately
Why not love me, love me and love me steadily.

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Composed 11pm 31st Oct.2013
Dedicated to Ezeh Cynthia
Cynthia seeing the poem (Life) that I composed for Dimnwaka's birthday, got jealous and decided to punish me and in my desire to cancel, 'Plea' evaporated and was created

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