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Osaivbie Desmond Agbonifo Poem
Heart On Fire
I was born under the curse of aromanticism, never to fall in love
but your beauty beguile me.
any one that sees you is intoxicated by your enticing looks
now you'hv started a fire in my heart.
I cant put it out, no one can.
Even when i drown myself in frozen lake Michigan,
I can still fell the hurt of my heart burning.
Its a beautifull pain of sweet delight.
I think am drunk, am drunk in love
if i pass out would you wake me with more love.
if you were Delilah I would gladly be your Samson
without regrets i fall under your spell never to find myself
You have become the harmony to my heartbeat
now that i have become your wanton's bird
you whisk and left me in the middle of the ocean
with no support, yet I will not drawn
my solitude brings back memories of us
You are my curse, life, love and all
I would wait a thousand years and ten thousand more
just to hold you in my arms again.
Copyright © Osaivbie Desmond Agbonifo | Year Posted 2020
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Osaivbie Desmond Agbonifo Poem
Theresa's grief
Monday came to death
And there is no comfort for Theresa
No comfort to ease the pain of his passing
Theresa wishes to join her love in the afterlife
But for the sake of her children
She lingers on
Theresa lingers on in darkness and in doubt
As night falls in winter that comes without a star
There she dwells bound to her grief
Under the fading trees
Until all the world is changed
And the long years of life are utterly spent
There is nothing here for Theresa
Only grief. Only death.
Copyright © Osaivbie Desmond Agbonifo | Year Posted 2020
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