Souls twitched in emotions
The eyes speak volumes
while the tongue remains mute
and the heart beats rhythmically
at the exchange of embrace
when the wrong one loves you right
he doesn't let go, he holds you tight
When the wrong one loves you right
objectivity erodes at your sight
The pressure to live up to it arises
Being wrong is not a function of bad human
But a function of timing due to past hurts
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.