Truth is:
He has been here, done this; twice before.
There will be no holy matrimony.
He doesn’t need my hand in marriage.
He will never be a father to another.
Mwiba wa kujidunga hauambiwi pole.
Anguish is :
Being alone and lonely in his house so homely,
Falling head over heels for a man guarded to the teeth.
Leaving his wife, albeit a little too late.
To know I will cry every night he is out of sight,
To know without a doubt, no other will ever have my heart.
Courage is:
To love him anyway,
To know that time is a healer.
To live in the moment,
To chase my dreams.
Idiocy is:
To hope things will get better.
To think he will love me eternally.
If I was smart I would walk away,
I am still here so I guess I am not.
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