She is my carer
One who drummed my coupling
One who forced a joining
But like a stubborn child who learns
She begs that I stay me
Getting a one hoarder of life
With a sense of responsibility
Weeping her mistakes
As to how she came to couple
***
Which is which?
What is what?
Singling or coupling?
Fooling or mingling?
It is a life unfair
A living not clear
Companions in millions
Lonliness in zillions
Causing tears to form mighty seas
Sad
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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4 replies on “NO MORE LOVE”
I love that last line
Many blessings Cecilia
I hope all is well
And that pen yours is forever flowing
Peace
As always Sheldon
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Peace.
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An interactive voice in this poem and a wonderful flow. Really well done!
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Thank you Kate. 🙂
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