When I turned my back
and walked away from her
After she's spite to my face,
words that hurts my heart.
I know deep within me
that there is still a place for her
Somehow; somewhere,
I couldn't identify.
But I took to my stand
and never stopped walking.
Carrying my past on my back
Like a school bag,
And saying 'hi' to every chance that crosses my path
With a little mix of regrets.
And a little touch of hope.
WRITTEN BY
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
KNOWN AS' Kolawole Emmanuel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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