You push me away each time I wish to stay
You turn me away each time I smile your way
You turn me down everytime I am around
You can't bare to be touched . .
Your eyes resist my existence . .
Your lips cease to communicate . .
You want to be alone in your self-pity
You cry from day to day
You no longer believe in love
You tell me to go away . .
Your eyes refuse to see what I see . .
Your lips cease kissing my lips . .
To be neglected by a loved one is so uncool...but you never miss the water until your well runs dry...the same applies...so we push on until once again, love finds it's way back into your hearts. Enjoyed your poem! May God Bless!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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they cannot reel us back in...ever
brava that you can leave this behind you...
Peace & Blessings
Vickie