I Burnt The Book Poem by Raimi Babatunde
I Burnt The Book
We were the cynosure of all eyes
We seemed insperable; at least
We made love in the rain
Danced on the streets
You were my weakness, my strenght
I gave you everything, until I gave my all
We made promises like Romeo and Juliet
Until the demon in you manifested
I forgive you, but I am still pained
Now you want me back
Remember, you turned the page
I burnt the book
Go in pieces...
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8/13/2025 4:40:00 PM # 1.0.0
love and separation...both can create poetry....full score