Sweetheart I confess I have a Man
Not that I like cheating on you
But he just slides in when you are far from you
The empty evenings are hard to go away
He helps push them, sometimes
Then I sometimes play with the neighbours' children
Rarely am I lucky to get a TV program of interest
I desire to cook for you instead
Sweetheart, about whatever is happening in my life
Know that my days and nights are empty without you
Thank my man who helps keeps me sane
But our relationship has not gone to hell
By our own choices
We decided to keep the flame burning
He is not as handsome as you
But he is available for me
Sweetheart I confess to you alone
Shh.... I have got a new Man!
Whose name is poetry
He pens my feelings about you
Tonight, sleep tight and feel missed
Know also I think about you so much
I like thinking while I miss you
Then my Man puts my feelings on paper
Expressing my love for you!
An interesting one Aisha, poetry can be addictive but its the best way to air emotions at times. keep your 'man' sister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aisha, when you cannot stay without writing poems then you are becoming a poet! Keep it up and you will grow in poetry.