Love Misspelt Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

Love Misspelt



My blood runs superlatively through the missive pen, just as superfluous to defy your thrust of 'love misspelt'. A massive drama at the peak of misnoma, nay, something of a meiosis. My heart is but a pentagon overflown with the love of love. An explosive vilification of my heart atlas. Don't think me dippy.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: heart,love
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Tunji Ibrahim

Tunji Ibrahim

Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria.
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