kennedy musyoka

Rookie (Nairobi)

Duel With A Dead Man - Poem by kennedy musyoka

Im not proud for this rage is
fuelled,
my passion for you girl i know for me its true then-,
I get to
face off this night with this deed i deam cruel,
The fight for the one i love the
ones' affection in my heart it
dwells,
A duel with a dead man am not
proud of but its true then-,
To the end of the world id go the darkness of this shit i know,
ill duel with this dead man though i know its cruel,
To me he is a thief to steal the heart of the one i want the one the only one that i know ma love is made for girl and its and-,
Forgive me for sayin what i
wanna do here,
To fight someone
thats gone someone that has
nothin to loose for he breathes at all not,
To duel with a dead man the one that has taken your heart for its so unfare for me love,
I breath so but i get your love not for the dead man has taken and kept it in a lock,
I have to do this and i aint proud to duel with a dead man,
I know its cruel love but this dead man stole the heart of the one i
love...


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 5, 2012


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