Mama you should have magically told
Of the possibility that love could have me sold
You are the one who carried my mould
Are you satisfied that I am broken into many a fold?
Papa, you should really have magically warned
That love stands a better chance of having me harmed
You are the one who gave me my form
Are you satisfied that I am broken in love’s dorm?
So. This heart, it was taken beautiful
Taken so bright like the sun and naturally colourful
Taken so nicely shaped whole
But was given broken to pieces on the ground with holes
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Blood is oozing everywhere
Flooding internally without a care
Funny, how no eye tends to see
And its repairs is a long time, no compromise fee
Oh! I am broken!
Oh! I was a token!
Oh I entered the dungeons of hell
Thinking I would loneliness sell
Now I am trapped in this pain shell
But none knows, so crying is babyish
I need me a chameleon trait
To blend in the city of Cupid
I can’t survive at this rate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015