You are the temptation
I always fall into
You are the fire
My bosom can not handle
Let’s be at arm’s length
This thing you call love
The lust that burns within me
Is a free one-way ticket
Straight to hell
The kind I cannot afford
Let’s stop patching this ‘us’
These ‘everyday leaks’
Your incessant demands
My never-ending frustrations
They are the result of the storms
We were never built to handle
Perhaps in future
If I ever become a better man
The kind who will honour GOD
For now
Let us stop building this thatched roof
Let us be strangers.
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About The Author: Ruth Torty is first, a Christian, then Biochemist and Biotechnology & Healthcare content writer. She enjoys watching IAAF championships, TEDx videos, reading novels and praying.
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