Thursday, 25 August 2011

You’d said you’ll take me for better n’ for worse
On ma’ sick bed you refused to be my nurse
You ran away never to come back
I knew better than be on ya’ tracks;
You used to smell like a rose, sweet as honey
You are now malodorous, sour as vinegar;
O babe, I’m not vengeful, I just hate you like poison
I must say I’d be mad, to love you again like mad
I just lost patience ma’ pudding, I hate ya’ trivialities.

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  1. Brilliant, Elove. Love this site too. What an amazing springboard for your work.

  2. Thanks Sheila.... I try my level best... hoping tomorrow would bring in new ideas


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