Love...,
Love is kind as it is a bind,
It is erratic as it is tragic,
A diverse path...
An intricate mat.
A mix of pain and pleasure,
An infamous dread some pair,
A touch of its glorious stain,
None is safe both craze and sane.
It's roots are blurred,
But creeps like a mouse foolishly lured,
It seeps and smears...,
Leaks and spreads.
It trails forth a rail of tears and smiles,
An epiphany of emotions in criss cross tiles,
Reflects the soul,body and heart,
Deflects the mind's logic and smart,
Enchanting as it may be one must heed,
Disguised as a lover that drugs you to its bid.
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Tea Of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my little gallery of scripted words from the diary of a Nigerian teen. Hope your enjoy your time here.
