Kayode Afolabi
I fear for my hands,
For it might get burnt.
I fear for my heart,
For it might get pierced.
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I fear for my eyes,
For the tears it might shed.
I fear for my vein
‘Cos I know not, how much it might bleed!
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Do I hold on or let go?
Can I survive the cold?
Can I withstand the blow?
Though I can’t resist the trail.
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I would leave the past in its casket.
Won’t seek protection in its dirty blanket.
For this Flower, I will bear its thorns.
Be the gold, I will be your furnace.
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Be my Ruth.
Let me show you my root.
Have a taste of my fruits.
Your heart, it will soothe.
It is nothing but the truth!
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 24 April 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 24 April 2017.