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Nov 2018
They always say
no problem,
no problem at all,
when they know,
deep down,
there's nothing
but problems
laughing in
their faces,
following them
to their bedroom.
You can detect
bitterness in their
voice of course.
Dejected and lost
if i may say.
Too proud to
really say how
they really feel.
Ready to walk
away from the
thing they want.
Wounded and
hurting within,
very secretive
and so lonely.
Never happy,
always complaining
about what you
didn't do and
what they expect
you to do.
Difficult to
placate.
Me thinks it's
a foolish pride.
But do you know
that the least
perfect person is
the perfect person.
You must lick
your vulnerability
put aside your
pride and ****
the ego to be
yourself and win
your war on love.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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