I have this picture in my head,
Him and I, in bed
A beautiful night made,
And in the end,
This picture is very clear,
With every touch, i feel him near,
With him by my side, i have no fear
And i blush everytime, he calls me dear.
The picture is not edited,
He is like a drug, i got addicted,
just like bundles, my love for him is unlimited,
Because His love for me is evident.
This picture, became my favourite,
What i felt between us was like dynamite,
Though it took away all my might,
I didn’t question it, cause it felt right.
I was wrong.
Because the picture became clearer,
After one touch, i was no longer near,
My heart was filled with fear,
And my eyes were filled with tears.
The picture was just in my head,
Yes, I was with him in bed,
And I remember everything he said,
“we can never be” now my heart is dead.
Because It was just a “picture” in my head.
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Girl, this is poetry. I would love to share this poem with my girls too. Very powerful, and imaginative indeed. Keep on.
I would love to read a poem praising our mothers. The African mother.
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Thank you vigi. Please feel free to share. And yes am working on one about our mothers.