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We fight like we were scheduled
Almost like it was premeditated
Opinionated like leaders of our debate teams but not liberated
We continue long after it ends hence we aren't celebrated
Our happiness is however taxed
Maybe our feelings have changed
Though it's been a minute since we've combined
You'll notice "fight days" on our calendar have been marked
We are exhausted but we remain gloved
The referee is begging for us to be stopped
We used to let our souls be loved
Nowadays we are engaging into combat for a cause that passed
Passed, that's past tence, so it should have passed
Or maybe like 9/11 it was staged
Either way our feelings for each other remain caged
We don't recall love in our vocab, it has been erased
Our egos need to be managed
"To be loved", that's all she ever wanted
She never really asked me what I needed
"I love you" plays like a looped tune in our hearts forever repeated
We mute our verbal abilities once the battle has been adjourned
Though our shields remain on standby until we are engaged
I will love her for life perhaps I should be sentenced
She doesn't know it but the door was always opened
What are we fighting for? It remains to be explained
What role does it play? It remains to be described
What is love? That remains to be clearly defined
Yet my heart still finds itself in this corner confined
Copyright © Phumlani Mthethwa | Year Posted 2014
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