Rachel Ige
Too many movies, too many scenes,
Too many things with love-full meanings,
Have got a ring, he gave it to me,
Have got love, the next to marry.
Mama, don’t tell me love is not enough,
We ll get through the storms, no matter how rough,
We ll sail through the stairs through unblinking stares,
The marriage is bound to last through the years.
Yes! He smokes the weed and cigarettes,
He ll stop soon and give me no regrets,
Though sometimes he beats me all up,
Tis’ his love that makes hate rise to the top,
Mama don’t, just wish me the best
Don’t! I’ll love till the grave
I’m out ma, I want to come home,
He is too loud, his voice a boom,
I know I said love is enough,
But Only enough for doom
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 26 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 26 July 2017.