FOR NOW
For now
You don’t need to keep me crying
Like the cube melting down from an artic
ice
For now
You don’t have to tell me I’m rude
For your prime soul to pluck her pride
For now
You don’t have to fleet your beauty
Like a chameleon angulating it’s steps
For now
You refused to be the mid wife
Suppress the cry, the pain is too much
For now
You don’t have to pity mine
Mutually we should be done with the
pities
For now
I don’t have to say much
Cos fleet of acrimony circa the song of
a poet.
Ibbwrites©
2019.
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