For all those men I ever loved
You were a living sacrifice
Just know your place
Am giving him a larger half
Of my own like a cow gives a calf
Attack not my beautiful lad
Track not hid footsteps am not glad
Put not his love to any measure
Gold ain't anything like my treasure
Gorgeous won't put love to the scale
With an instant it would get stale
Hurt not the heart that hates
A true thief comes in the middle of the night
Blue myths shimmering wrong and ain't right
Lame a name is given to my nymph
Same goes around for me too
Wander should we in the kingdom
Or pretend take the trend and die in doom
About the Creator
Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet from Africa who is trying to find joy in words. Am also a student trying to make a living from writing specifically paying my tuition please support and share my stories if you can. https://ko-fi.com/alandon
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