Price of Love
THE PRICE OF LOVE
A door slammed to my face
and a high pitched voice was all
it took, for me to realize that my beloved
harbored so - such hard feelings toward me
and if the price of love is a broken cup
then she sure slammed that door to my face
and if anger was venom i would have died there
where i stood transfixed heart turning to cold stone
Lewis Nyaga
1700hrs
NAIROBI..
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