WHEN HE CALLS

When he calls
I keep rolling like a ball
I keep moving like a sound
I keep flowing like a river

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When he sighs
I keep over reacting like a mouse
I keep worrying like a lost parrot
Tears keep overflowing within me like a fountain

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When he stumbles
I keep diving like a light goalkeeper
I keep hurting like a mother hurting over her young
And I so want to be like a mattress for him to fall on

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Why then do I matter so little?
Why then does he push me into sharp rocks?
Why then do my tears serve as his entertainment?
He is like an onion being chopped
An onion with no nutrients
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia