A BROKEN HEART

 

A BROKEN HEART


Like a driven snow, my heart remains pure.

Singing softly at sunrise,

drumming warmly by the day,

Swaying rhythmically at sunset


But not after I found love, a fake lover indeed.

Love is indeed a great weapon but a dangerous one to any who took an imposter as lover.


All day long, I remain restless thinking about those fake friends of mine who claim to be lovers but are haters in reality.


Looking through the mirror, in transparency of my skin I see my heart broken like a jar in stream of blood,

Without any consolation my heart bleeds.


With a tearful eyes, I see an imaginary face of those sadist, rejoicing over my sorrow as they walk about in search who to deceive, those little ones are their target.

Love imposters they are, with melancholic heart.


Obviously they succeeded in breaking my heart but I pray no one falls victim again.

They seem to taken away my happiness 

But did they ? No! My joy lies in me, I'm the fount of my happiness.


With a brawny spirit, I will stir up,

With relentless effort, I will persevere,

With the purity of heart, I will heal my soul, Waiting for my better days, when I find a perfect love of my life, who feels my pain and shares with me in time happiness, with whom my heart will be both in soft and in hard times, living for ever in joy and laughter.


© Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu

     10.12.21 | 22:20

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