Love, Is That You? Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

LOVE, IS THAT YOU?

I remained in the figment of my imagination,
Holding in my hand, a brush to paint.
A bucket of paint, oozing like smoke,
Your heart a colourful crafted canvas,
My artist's mind blended with bleached, solid inspirations.

I stayed trapped between loneliness and lust,
Blood streaming like an endless river.
From my heart, a garbage at your dump,
RUTH is the child of the world, a wonder!
It is RUTHLESS of me to choose RUTH as a real choice.

© DECHOSEN1🌹
POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA