Black Poem - contemplation by Chidi Okoye

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"contemplation" 

I haven’t felt like this in a long time. 
This is strange and I am beginning to 
think that it is too good to be true. 
It maybe is real, who knows? 
Should I let go of the past? 
But I can’t forgive myself if I should face 
another disappointment. 
He could be one of these Jerks that 
come sweet but bitter than quinine. 
How will I know? 
I want the best for me. 
I am getting too old for these games 
Could he be the one? 
I have to be wiser this time, in as much 
as I am alone its better lonely than broken. 
I am more confused than ever. 
All I know is that he awakens the lioness in me. 
He makes me smile like no one else does. 
I have fallen for him, but, heaven help me. 
I hope he is the right Romeo. 
I hope I can trust him with my heart. 
I hope he is not pretending to be what he is 
not to ruin my peace. 
I have just come out of the frying pan; in to the fire. 
The last thing I need to fall into. 
I have taken too many chances to know that 
many are called, but few are taken. 
He has a cute smile that is hard to resist. 
His sweet words and tender touches have refused to leave my space. 
This scares the hell out me because they constantly 
came with sweet words and tender touches that have swept my feet and crushed my heart. 
They left me empty with low self-esteem and excess baggage of bad experiences. 
I have to make up my mind before its too late. 
Is it not said that twice beaten is twice shy. 
Oh! Here goes the phone again; it must be the lover boy. 

 © 2000, Chidi A. Okoye

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