Hurt Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Hurt



Truth be told, Never seek to tell thy love
Affectionate caress to have thwarted
Love that never told can be, to have got
My scruples a corkscrew, To reminisce
Tears ooze off check in a remorseful
Melodic melancholy, To have drifted
Never did I taste that venom you spit
The kisses of thy twin lip glossed or
Did I got my hand to fumble all that your
Treasure, especially your twin fawn,
I was busy getting destructed by the
Illusive dream I was in, sort of a jaunt
I owe you an apology for I was young
Shy to kiss you, hold you and love you
♥My lit in the sango-o♥

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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