LOVE SOCIAL

WARMITOLOGIST

In this high tempered cold

Heat is unreachable

Same as you

If only I could have

Your warm towelled embrace,

Cold would flee

III

You’re my balm in pain

You’re my heat in cold

You were my lyrics in song

In a monotonous flashback

Your words serenade me

Your chimney warms me

Time! Oh time! Stop your chariot!

I left something in the past

Something worth going back for!

Reality check:

Time has no ears and certainly

Is a robot only God controls!

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, love, POETRY., YEARNINGS

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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