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♥

by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

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