Wesongah David Poems

What have I to give,
For the ills of a whole generation,
Filtered to the sane and in relativity,
A deuce discarded truth of a heaven's marrow.
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It's still over where you left me,
Cries hidden by the falling rain,
The drops pounding like the shake on my pillow,
For the love I gave you in vain,
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Standing on a hung pedestal,
Obliqued by a perpetual shadow,
To suffice a navel thought,
Figurines hugging and kissing 'do me'!
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Riiiiiiiing riiiiing,
There goes the alarm,
Ahhh! ! ! our tired yawns as we open an eye,
Then the other later.
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This I sure have,
To let it off me.

Should you decide to quit,
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We recouped on the lost love,
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To say I never loved, would be a lie.
And from experience can do a sad love poem,
Say,
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The thought of you turns up at oddest of hours,
When the turbulent seas seem to settle at my laughter at most.

Left to the virgin planets like the little princes,
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I love you save for the fact that it is adoration,
A mutual cognizance of a fact that you are gone,
And as I go from planet to planet in obeisance
My heart grows colder on wanton temperatures of self destruction-Love.
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Should you for a single day,
Forget me.

You know all you promised me,
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