It's Time
It's time
and its high time
That we together
Rupture
The cover to behold
This hidden love
To saturate
The stubbornness
Off our heart
Follow not our desire
And let feelings be I charge
It's high time
That we become
The slaves of our insight
So to believe
We can be one
Not even us
As we compress love
through the power of love
It's time
Copyright © Anathi Nompondo | Year Posted 2017
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