Days of agony, nights of pain,
Trying to understand this love we share,
Am I flawed, or is it you, who's vain?
A common thread, yet you seem unaware.
I wanted to grow old, to build a life,
To remove the burdens that weigh you down,
But your anger, it cuts like a knife,
In the eyes of others, I wear the frown.
I'm emotional, yes, for the one I adore,
I'd give my all, my very essence,
But love requires more than just a score,
It needs respect, and your presence.
Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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