Not For You
If I don't call anymore,
My texts lack the proper sough,
Perhaps with you I'm a bore.
The hand writing on the wall;
I'm tired of feeling sore.
If I'm dwindling in call,
My texts are not inspired by a fall,
Perhaps the mountain is becoming tall.
The hand writing on the wall;
The first verse of this poem grows sure.
But hey you
Appreciating this piece as art,
The handwriting here hold no heart
And this poem isn't for you.
Copyright © Bello Zakariyau | Year Posted 2021
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