THE BUTCHER OF HEARTS

He fanned my heart in the heat

And held it from those who hearts eat

He stood behind me and was neat

Like a loyal butcher tending to his future meat

I was fed and made relaxed all the time in a seat.

Even when I needed to dance to a beat

He held up strong in a singing feat

Now I see it all in a picture, he could develop a fake teat

Just to make sure I had milk instead of a spoilt meat

Because I was in the butcher’s seat

Once I was ripe, with implanted hands, he pulled my heart in the cold heat

Without cutting any part of my body. I felt no heat

I only felt needles on the once comfortable seat

He then left with my dead eyes watching his gallant feat

A pox on you! Heartless heart that only saw me as a human peat

Tags Backstabbing, HEARTBREAKS.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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