Oh, how I love the light you bring,
Yet your shadows taint the joy we made,
A heart so beautiful, a soul with sting,
In moments of anger, our love starts to fade.
You destroy what your hands create,
With feet of fury, casting aside,
The love I offered, a hopeful slate,
But you refuse to see the tears I've cried.
I wanted to help you, to lift you high,
Yet I'm painted negative through your lens,
In your heart's mirror, I can't deny,
That love can build, but also descend.
Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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