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INKING MY PAIN

 I slant my pen at an angle of forty five degrees An angle that can't be screwed The pain is inevitable Blood be my ink  Writing this in permanency As sweet as life seems A hidden agenda in it Sorrow causative agent The roads to life matters are so bumpy How heartless life is becoming My ink is draining through the wounds But my pen is mightier and strong @crying pen 🖌️✨ 🌻 © Lynet Mutheu 🌹🦋🤍

LOVE IS A LIE

  Who started this evil thing? It's becoming so usual that we loosing teenagers out of affection. Why would you lie to someone that you have an eye on them of which it's a direct opposite of the real fact? You would rather silence the hole like structure creating the sound. Let us choose to avoid any pain causative that may attract our send off. >>>LYNET