Pride
I would not mind soaking my heart wet
In the ocean of tears I am yet to meet.
I would not mind sucking my thoughts dry
At the horizon of my charm.
For the thousand times I showed up
And you are not even trying to meet me half way.
Call it pride,
But this is me exiting.
And I would not mind freezing my heart cold
Carry this pride on
And embrace it like a fine neck piece,
Until you reach out.
Copyright © Tebogo Phaladi Cornelia Phooko | Year Posted 2024
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