THE PAIN OF PRIDE

He stirs

She stirs

Facing the opposites

Suppressing the love which wants to play

He yawns

She yawns

An evidence of watching with instincts

But all hands have been tied by pride

Some angry opener

In settled time

Left its ghost on the love birds

Now even in sleep, it occupies the middle

Their eyes never meet at day

They bodies never touch at night

Cupid of old, take out your charms

And exorcise their home to make them one in bed.

Tags #AFRICAN WRITERS, #GHANAIAN WRITERS, love, LOVERS QUARREL, POETRY., PRIDE

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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