Tables Turned
Into the void he wanders. Clutching on to hope;
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Into the void he wanders. Clutching on to hope;
Feeling aint mutual, Love aint real,
I clothe my shame in feigned ignorance, The ugly deeds I did though in a trance,
Untitled My parents used to badger me ,
I married a teacher for a wife maybe a companion, But all I get are rough handling for a caressing,
She looks at all those letters, once perfumed but now
I have been robbed of my treasure. It all started yesterday in my routine farm checks,
She never saw good in me, After the best gifts I gave to her ... My time ...
Mama As I write I apologize for the mistakes already done which can't be reversed.
A loaded wagon makes no noise, That's what I was compared to when Still in love.
I married an orphan. As nature depicts she has to take care of the siblings,
So yesterday she came clean and told me she was leaving, She said she was more of a shadow than a keeper,