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Dying In The Hands Of Love
I bring my heart,
not rivers of cash.
Yet every outing,
Turns into a ledger.
Menu whispers prices,
Louder than pop songs.
You smile at every gifts,
Love feels like a market,
I cannot afford.
Yes I love you, but Should I die?
My jacket is plain,
my shoes know dust.
You speak of sparkling suits
You talk of labels
Heavier than my name.
I can press my shirt
but can't press my pay.
Will you see me beneath the fabric?
You count my hours your gaze.
My friends fade,
my hobbies go silent.
No time to play or work
Just time to love.
Is love a clock I can never stop?
Or should I die because I love you?
You dream of golden rings.
Your plans of homes rise
faster than my savings.
Your eyes sketch futures
Futures I can’t yet build.
Can we walk before we run to forever?
Yes, I hold your storms
But my arms shake.
You call me strong
Yet I crumble inside.
I too need a listener
As much as a rock.
Will you hear me when I finally speak?
I count coins,
Wallet too thin for your hopes,
Gates of silver and cash to splash,
Golden house and a shinning drive,
Royal appliances and flickering kitchen
Stretching my pay for your treat.
Even if I love you, would you want me to die?
By Teacher Kevin
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Teacher Kevin Ouma
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