He Never Knew Poem by Olorundare Tiwatope

He never knew
that his heart has been split to two
he will go out with friends
drink and merry till the day ends
when he's back home
through the lonely street where he roams
he cling the pillow to his chest
and make it seems to be her breast
he kissed the red wine glass instead
trying to forget about her lips threat
he won't listen to blue's song
if that will carry her thought along
but when he remember the old hymns
that they sang across the hills
and how he kiss and hold her upon his arms
and how he pressed her palms
he knew he love her still
and the hole she drill
no one else can re-fill
he is a proud man he never cries
instead he rather dies
the brave men die only once