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WEEK 2
MY EVERYNIGHT PAIN
A lonely path I thread
With thoughts in my head,
What made me a living dead
Everynight on my bed.
What’s going on in my mind
Is hurting me deep inside,
There is nowhere to hide
And there’s none in whom I can confide.It’s been happening since long time ago,
I can’t run, nowhere to go,
No one know
My everynight sorrow.Always waking in excruciating pain,
My strength always drained,
My skirt always stained,
Always leaving me at the verge of being insane.He always made me to drool
In his phallus cumming pool,
While I sit on a stool,
Everynight is always cruel.There is none I can tell
My everynight pain as a girl,
No one know that the damsel that swirl
Everynight goes through a living hell.Using downpour of rain to disguise
Tears flooding my eyes,
Everynight, I cries
While feeling pain between my tighs.I sometimes shed tears in the rain,
None can notice my pain,
Being fine I always feign;
A night has passed again.All Rights Reserved
Osoba Taiwo P.
(C)PeterPushingPoetrywithPenetratingPen 2016.
WEEK 1
HOW CAN I FORGET
How can I forget
To remember
That beautiful day we met
In the month of November.How can I forget
My one and only crush
How my face almost got wet
Because of the way I blushed.
How can I forget
The look in your eye
When it met
With mine.I knew it from the start
That beautiful day we met
That our love will last
Than that of Romeo and Juliet.All Rights Reserved
Osoba Taiwo P. 2015
ABOUT OSOBA TAIWO PETER
Facebook Username : Osoba Taiwo Peter
E-mail adress: osobataiwo2015@yahoo.com
Website: Penplatform
From the author:
I reside in Ogun State at Abeokuta South local government. I attended The Redeemer s International Nursery and Primary School and thereafter furthered my education at Abeokuta Grammar School and later proceed to D. S. ADEGBENRO ICT Polytechnic (all in Ogun State) where I acquired a National Diploma Certificate in Accounting in the year 2014. Though an accounting student to the core , I fell in love with poetry in the year 2014 because I see poets as genius who dived into peoples thought and imaginations and pen it down to inspire and to chastised.
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