Confession Of Great Fondness Poem by Kenneth Boitshepo
Confession Of Great Fondness
I'm the injury of love,
Road of darkness,
My sweet words,
Smooth talking,
Weakens opposite
Genders mentality.
As i produce the sound
Of with a vibration of the
Vocal chords,
They listen to me wothout
No distraction but
Attraction grasping attention.
I'm the injury of love,
A man with no intergrity,
I fake fondness, generate hatred,
Thats they say all men are the same.
another beautiful poem :) this one is perfectttttt, thankyou for putting it up. -Sofia Darling-
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4/26/2024 4:23:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah.Tell it like it is man.Well done