linus kirwa

He bought himself love,

sat and smiled and laughed,

You could hear his cackle as you passed by.

The love bought?

So heavy for his heart,

a weight drowning him in his own misery,

But tell me,

How much does love cost?

He loved her in ways that people rarely do,

A day of spa for a spear.

jealousy wrapped in a smile,

yet to unravel.

He bought love,

wearing a sheep's coat,

and beneath those hooves,

deadly claws ready to claw and break.

They said,

He loved her in ways that

sea drowns the fish,

A bought love is never such a good idea.

He held love for a day,

And felt its loss the next day.

He was not a fan of trust.

He never wanted to play such a game,

and the love he bought

disappeared like dew in the morning sun shine.

There, but slowly fading.

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