BEFORE WE MEET

Before we meet

I must sweep the room of my heart

Before we meet,

I must dust and arrange this room of my heart

III

Before we meet,

I must weed the compound of my thoughts

Before we meet,

I must remove the fear cobwebs on my building

Before we meet,

I must burn the scrub the bathroom of my guts

Before we meet,

I must stilll the ocean of my heart

VII

Before we meet,

Before we finally meet,

I must kill all small snakes who snake to rake good weeds

To be able to embrace the temple of your bosom

Tags love, POETRY.

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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