Here and There
HERE AND THERE
Back in the golden days,
Rich as the grave yard,
Always thinking of my wicked ways,
Pain feared as a bluffing card,
Laughing Love away as it comes,
Running away as it approaches,
seeking benefits from broken souls,
though all seems I am that broken soul.
Looking at her beautiful soul I got glued,
From the beginning crushed this is the interlude,
Today my heart filled with trust and hope,
Things without I should not cope,
Then she smiles and happiness rises,
In a slope love for her grows within.
THE LOVING OW-JAY
Copyright © Odwa Mdeyide | Year Posted 2015
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