Love
For love
I looked above
And suffered in love
Even needles were like mattresses
Except the piercings never ceased tears
Emotional burdens were like exciting mountain climbing
Slapping/hitting were thought as exaggerated pains unbothering
Hyperactively, pretending to massage loving, love opened its eyes
And spat into my face, wrecking my neck, suffocatingly brutalising
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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