Dear Lover

I, hope am not just a cover
as I sometimes make you feel less of a lover
The motion of a lust
It's not the thing of must

This don't mean as I sometimes drink
I forget or stop to think
Everything we do everyday is real
And so much of a deal

I grown up from boys
No longer play with toys
By Matlapa Maphologela

by Matlapa Maphologela

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This don't mean as I sometimes drink I forget or stop to think.. suggestions to the readers....... thank you dear poet.. thank you for your fine poem. tony