Returning To A Friendly Zone Poem by Kwalombota Neeta

I still believe you and I are forever,
Pushing my eyelids low,
I see us living together.
Do you still think we are there,
In a zone that's friend for no one to care.
I still wish you would be here and not there,
Hold me tight and kiss me in the dark,
I swear.
I promise,
I won't disclose the pact.
This desire inside me is taking host,
And its a fact
that you promote pain and savage behaviour in me.
when you claim you love him most.
Why don't you say something? ?
Anything? ?
Am fuming.
Yet you stare and put me at ease,
motivating my lips to put on a smile,
Encouraging my heart to respond,
in a way the mind would question how? ? ?
Its been two months now,
trying to avoid you playing around,
Constant pain when you flash through, like bolt on a playing ground
Do you also think of me? ? ?
My actions were driven by jealousy and hate,
Considering time, patience and the issue of fate.
I wonder why you never seem to understand we can be great,
Is it because we laugh and never hug at everything great.
And everything meeting is a way for us to enter a new zone,
bit by bit until a friend is born.
Knowing that we both screwed up,
But pride is preventing me to call and end this up.
I miss you and am thinking of building another friendly zone,
So please don't hesitate when you see my name on the screen of your lovely phone.
Because your number is tattooed on a place they call a bone.
Just above the ear drum, mind blowing like a hone.
+260 becoming part and parcel of my
Brain,
admiring self achievements has become boring without you to explain.