Amos Christopherson

The Hidden Part Of Me - Poem by Amos Christopherson

Peace, demanding peace I can’t get
Friends, I’ve seen things I regret
“Love me, love me”, am pleading for love she has thrown
I can’t believe she considers things I have never known
Am sorry am coming this morning before you aunt with the news
Of division, compassionate passion that she can’t use
She has forgotten, forgotten the way “how we jump”
She treats things in silence I can’t understand why she’s dump
Am taking a step for always standing a chance to lose her love in my daily time
I’ve got to steal an instance before I can see her movement in delaying, it’s a crime
Many things have happened
While every time she imagined
Perhaps (she could) be the person richest
Perhaps I don’t even have to understand this thought nearest
Am hoping in things of my doing today
She’s there hoping in things she watches everyday
She demands for things without which I’d cease to be her man
Am tired and again, and in a moved state please I ain’t a businessman

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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