Oh Adamu,
If only you know that your pocket had
nothing to do with our love
It was everything about how you
looked at her
The other woman
Your lazy gaze undressing her, as she,
same with you in her smile
The glitter I see in your eyes when you
sight her
The thought of forever with her as you
struggle to explain yourself
You can never lie to a woman
The deadliest of all
You did
By lying to your woman
Don't you dare play the victim of brokenness
For you are indeed broken not just by your pocket
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