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She sat on her heart

Like an oldly used torn mat

And tried to be pretty


Hurt like angry waves

Broke out of  her heart’s locked gate

Flooding her sad world


The sweet birds watching

Her beauty, flew far away

Watching and curious


Why would she lie thus?

Pretending to have new heart

While she sat on old?


She horribly submerged

Until a bull dog saved her

And put her to use


Those who tore her heart

And birds who left her to drown

She tipped in diary


She kicked, slapped, hurt, killed

And now her torn heart beyond

Repairs, cries empty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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. :)

4 replies on “TORN AND BRUISED”

Love has no boundaries even with a heart that loves for two hearts must beat as one for love to last I’ve seen love break a heart who loves but one and this heart was mine in time it healed but never the same as the young heart will

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