The Thistles

I met you on a fair day
And you called yourself Ray
I didn't really give you "hey"
Cause I was not in the mood for a say

You can't you being persistent
For God knows what intent
Forcefully gave you a tenth
And a thousand I lost to your tent

When will you stand up for what you've done
You are the reason I'm in all this mess
You came in like an impolster
You left like a faded poster

I wish I had chosen roses
Not some attractive expiry plant
I hope to soar above the Oasis
And see better days without your face.



If you can't add anything to his life
Quit!
If all you have is pain
Quit!
Don't be the reason for another person's tears nor regret.

It's painful to trust and be let down.



poem by Owolabi Philip
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