this might be love, might not be love, or might try to be a different definition of love. Where do you stand?
drunk to his breath
And she asked him where have you been;
this is too late
so he stared her in the face and asked "where is your faith?"
and followed the question with a slap,
shouting you think I'm a disgrace!
he battered her and broke her leg and still she stayed.
She knew all about the women in his life,
all the names, all the numbers; she dealt with the strife.
Shameless he came back home, slept with her and gave her aids
and even at this appalling stage,
still she stayed.
When he was frail
Bones to the skin with nothing left to tell
She took care of him and washed him up
Yes, true love never fails.
He passed away a few months later and left her pale
Now he's gone, she cried, I have none left;
God take me as well.
Ask me what love is;
its not the fancy dress.
Neither is it how hard it is for me to say good bye when we have less.
Its not the butterflies in your stomach on your first date,
And neither is it my inability to sleep at night.
Its not that heart beat you miss,
And neither is it the twinkle in my eyes because I could lose them tomorrow,
But think of the worst thing in this world that I could ever do to you.
if you endure and here you stay
never to love me less,
then I will turn back at you and smile
and say I will love you until my dying breath.
~Hidden3motionz
Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2015-11-26 at 15:47
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Love Beyond Life
He walked through the doordrunk to his breath
And she asked him where have you been;
this is too late
so he stared her in the face and asked "where is your faith?"
and followed the question with a slap,
shouting you think I'm a disgrace!
he battered her and broke her leg and still she stayed.
She knew all about the women in his life,
all the names, all the numbers; she dealt with the strife.
Shameless he came back home, slept with her and gave her aids
and even at this appalling stage,
still she stayed.
When he was frail
Bones to the skin with nothing left to tell
She took care of him and washed him up
Yes, true love never fails.
He passed away a few months later and left her pale
Now he's gone, she cried, I have none left;
God take me as well.
Ask me what love is;
its not the fancy dress.
Neither is it how hard it is for me to say good bye when we have less.
Its not the butterflies in your stomach on your first date,
And neither is it my inability to sleep at night.
Its not that heart beat you miss,
And neither is it the twinkle in my eyes because I could lose them tomorrow,
But think of the worst thing in this world that I could ever do to you.
if you endure and here you stay
never to love me less,
then I will turn back at you and smile
and say I will love you until my dying breath.
~Hidden3motionz
Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
Read 587 times
Written on 2015-11-26 at 15:47
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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