What I Want You To Be
I am just a tree
So be my taproot
Not leaves that fall
When seasons shoot
Their bullets of fall
I am just a man
So be my life
Not a wife that flees
When things strike
Like stings of bees
I am just a wife
So be my husband
Not a man that frowns
When marriage lands
On some ups and downs
I am just a car
So be my steering wheel
Not tyres that roll
At maximum speed
Obliviously to their goal
I am just a country
So be my patriot
Not a tourist that comes
And turns into Judas Iscariot
When darkness storms
I am just a night
So be my twinkling star
Not a gloomy cloud
That mars me with scars
And disowns a clown
Copyright © Clement Chipande | Year Posted 2020
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