My thoughts set for you a giant screen

Since your cloak stole an engine piece of me

As you passed my route and looked not my way


Oh how naughty and mean

Your cloak seemed, for having hands to tear

And no mouth to prompt its owner


You back did pull its charming tongue

Your feet did taunt in storming out

Your rear did dance like a feasting fairy


Please pass this way

And give me a say

Although I crave for your exciting yay

I could bear to break with your haunting nay

So give me a night or a beauteous day

To fix the ins of this hurt clay

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Image: Google pics

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. :)

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