My Love Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

My Love



Let it be thine tongue to spit venom
From this moment and impetuous be
Our love found betwixt rage, wrath,
Anger and vengeance

Let my speech from now spill pages,
And be the novel of a lifetime that has
Bitter phrases inscribed in it, till you
Redeem the curse

Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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