No More Love. Poem by Titto Mutunguti
No More Love.
Behold,
My heart just turned cold,
Everything is gone,
After the fresh flesh feast,
You threw away the bone.
How I have been pampering you with love and care,
Giving you all my love mindless of my share,
How lovely you were, commonly rare,
Mistakenly ranking you to the top yet you belonged to the rear.
I am like a blood group 'O' type of lover,
Who loves A and B when they have nothing to offer,
Come one, come all, my love is on offer,
Stop Love! everything is over.
How sweet it is you rushed to the green pastures,
just to find out that i am the greener pastures,
I feel sorry to say that they is no way back,
Perhaps all I can do is to wish you good luck
Despite all that... she keeps knocking on my door.
Never worry about the past. As a doctor, I liked 'O' bl.gp type of lover, who is universal donor...have a big heart, opportunity knocks at the door.
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4/24/2024 6:17:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
After the fresh flesh feast, you threw away the bone. I really like this part its a good lesson for those who like tasting love. Thank you