When I turn cold
I know you hurt
But I hurt in ten-fold
And I need an outlet
II
When I turn cold
I know you fret
But to you I am sold
As you cuddle a safe bet
III
I am bold
I need, to strength, get
I need a hold
Or I will be a destructive jet
IV
So leave me bold
Or leave an outlet
Or hurry and hold
To stop the shutting fret
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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This is such a moving poem. You look great, Cecilia.
-Naima
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Thanks Naima. Blessings.
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