Robbed Poem by liz jumah

A whirlwind circled my mind
as tumour trailed behind
on him my thoughts wound
and as they played around
i knew it wasn't mere confusion;
i had been robbed of sanity.

My tongue lost the accent
and words became insufficient
to express what i truly feel
but i know it's for real
it ain't any infatuation;
he has stolen my heart.

His fingers explored my hair
every move turning me crazier
and as he teased my lock(s)
my eyelids began to lock
and all i remember is...
he stole my lips a kiss.