The Sixth
He held my hands, I wanted pulling away
My heart beat is unstable, scared if I linger I wouldn't
want to let go.
Loneliness drove me into his arms, it wasn't my
intention from inception. He felt safe like a well with no
water, my emotions were as sky with no clouds, having
mind of its own,
as a child it wants to consume love, how can I avoid it
when it’s something inside me?
Copyright © Jerry Kizuwili | Year Posted 2023
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