Ashes of Love
Dirty purity
Pure insanity
Filled with philosophy
That is who we are
Relation in need of clarification
We try to stop it but it's already in our veins
We're stuck on its ashes and contained within it
But still we call it love
It's hatred
Its pain
It's a loss and a gain
A den of emotions
A place with commotion
No ease only devotion
Devoted to death
Still with the mistress of life
Can not escape it
But still we try to fight
Copyright © Martha Mwenda | Year Posted 2020
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