BRUISED AND CRUSHED

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?

III

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

By amoafowaa