Dedicated To My Secret Lover Poem by Uche Favour

There are days that I feel like I would die

So sore afraid in bed I would lie

Fervently silently praying I would buy

Some time to this life

So filled with strife

Sometimes I feel like there's a knife

Held onto my throat. Oh What a bile!

I live everyday hoping each day gets better

I live my life to the letter

Which most time feels like a fetter

I act like I'm a go-getter

My very being yearns for a petter

To assure me it's gonna be better

I need to see that person in you

You need not be my boo

Yes that's your cue

It's time to pay your due

Now I guess you have no clue

All I have been dying for is a beau

I just hope it's you