This poem seeks to reveal information in connection with divorce and the emotional problems suffered by all concerned.
Written By Lawal Divinefavour,
Custodian of Magic Pen.
Every Sunday, I wake up from my bed.
Every Monday, I turn to my side.
Every Tuesday, I looked so lonely and confused.
Every Wednesday I looked side to side.
Every Thursday No one to look at me and atleasst smile.
I guess am a fool for touching you.
I guess am a fool for hitting you.
I’m sorry for punching you.
Now I got home and met the sitting room dirty,
And my room in disarray.
Right now, I close my eyes imagining you,
thinking of how you sat on the sofa pleading I touch you.
Then my head were tuning on its own like a fool.
I thought you were not my type that I need someone so cool.
But here I am closing my eyes thinking about you.
Just one night she slept with me and I went crazy.
So, I came back home yelling that you’re lazy
because you prepare my food late at night.
My friends have women they slept with,
but I forgot that they are not a brand to move with.
On Friday she deceived my eyes,
and ran away with my credentials.
Babe today is Saturday but I’m so confused.
I’m trying to smile but I find it so hard.
I called her the perfect shape but now I’m in tears.
Please I just want to see your eyes.
Even if you won’t pick my calls, I just want to see my kids.
Even if you won’t reply my test, I just want to close my eyes
and see you by my side with a smile on your face.
I really want to see you now.
Please don’t call me a fool for dreaming.
Please don’t call me an ingrate for sending you parking.
Please don’t call me heartless for ignoring your feelings.
I was a fool for dreaming dreams.
Looking for the perfect shape that never exist.
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