Poems we can tell
You call me a fool
You tease me of not being your type
I do this not because am cool
But I understand love better than my sight.
Smiles of heart beat on my chicks
Only there for signaling my real love,
In return, you show me your foolish tricks
I save, just because I love.
Chaos here and there, for your justification
Indeed you know me not, for this is my last note.
To let heavens out of my cell is my perfection,
Now i let you go, that’s my concrete thought.
When time is right, you will grieve my love
So will I embrace my new queen with caress touches
But sorry, I will not be there to save.
All you will get in return is double punches.
By Smart Grey Magwaya
Copyright © smart magwaya | Year Posted 2018