BEYOND BROKEN LIPS - By John Chizoba Vincent


Save your heart woman!
I need it no more to live;
our future is no longer together.

Your pleads can't save the day,
You've unbuttoned my anger; 
go to that man that satisfies you more!

Give me freedom!
I need peace not pieces 
dangling with a broken spirit.

Two tales of insanity fidgeting, 
one teething urges of freedom, 
separation knocking behind; 
we can make a world apart!

Give me freedom!
A man of action looks beyond, 
marriage is a bondage; a forbidden tale 
seen in the mouth of cowards losing their mind.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016

  

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