.... Written by Poetic Tee " Here, take a sip"
He craves and desires
For her perfect love
A struggle on his part
To take what belongs
To him not, as is usual
And he knows it
Impossible though it is
For him to get her all
The much he succeeds
In reigning in and over
Justifies the quest that
Ends in groans and wails
For the scene plays itself out
Until it is made manifest
Without an ioata of doubt
That the trap has snapped
And "the wise" is captured
For keeps, free-falling for aye
After achieving the aim
Of entrapping her soul
For a lamentable company
A dare is then thrown
For any to wrest-free
The frozen-in-a-moment catch
But for any gullible soul
That allows itself lured
A choice by itself is made
To justifying its loss
Thus the wait till eternity
Begins slowly, in earnest
Therefore, sit not with him
For he has often said it
"A deal with me is sealed
With your soul's blood.
Once made, and you get in
Know it, there's no getting out."
Yet, much as light reveals
What scary darkness covers
Patiently, the night again
Creeps in and oust out the day
A circle repeating itself
Shedding and shredding endings.
(c)(r) 160114 Tijjani M. M.
20:17:41
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