She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
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She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
Genre: Romance Poem by Olumayowa Fagbure At first it drips slowly A pitter-patter on the pages of life Two weeks after The drops are larger And louder They no longer pitter-patter But plop A month after It is a thin line of streaming liquid Flowing from the tap Of tête-á-têtes, and meaningless encounters Now a… Continue reading Poem by Olumayowa Fagbure