Eyes
Attraction
Daydreaming
Giggles
Goose pimples
Smiles
Trust
Belongingness
Companionship
Fast heartbeats
Hugs
Kisses
Time pauses
Everything beautiful
A boarder, then
Hurt
Pain
Mistrust
Withdrawal
Enmity
Disappointments
Regrets
I realised too late
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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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20 replies on “IN LOVE’S TOWN”
Yes. You’re not what I expected….a sad, old story beautifully captured above.
Elouise
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Thanks Elaine. xoxo.
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Simply expressed and very true!
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Thank you very much.
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Been there Done that!
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Not a pleasant experience.
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Touching 😉
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Thanks Irene. xoxo.
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Lust and love so easily confused leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and broken homes. Sad.
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So true. Age and wisdom helps to distinguish between the two. By then, it’ll be too late.
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I’d call it growing pains. But somehow the lesson is never learned. The euphoria of Love is too tempting to abstain.
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True, Too tempting to abstain. Growing pains is also very apt.
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Indeed, although presented touchingly in your poem, Cecelia.
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Thanks Rob.
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Wow!
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Thank you very much for your comment.
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great poem!
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Thank you very much Hakeem.
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Sad familiar tale, this.
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Yes, sad and familiar, experienced in every generation.
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