When the heart chooses
Foul air turns life saving
Harsh words burn like acid in pleasing works
Only for a second
And calms like balm for its initial sores

When the heart chooses
Crowns are eye made
On bald and crooked heads
Making ugly relative
As monkeys turn angels with fine light
And beautiful wings
With devine smiles

When the heart chooses
Although all is like potent fuel
Waiting for a jealous fire
To graze everything to the ground
Wings of hearts explore the loving skies
Competing with complacent beautiful birds
Showcasing all the beauty there sure is
To breed need for role modeling

When the heart decides
When the heart really chooses
Walking on live coal is like a newbie walking on a red carpet
Even with wardrobe malfunction
Smiles grace the eyes of cameras
As minds care more for stardom
Than critics

My heart has chosen
Chosen a “santrofie” bird
Shivers are dancing with flutters
Only Odomankoma knows
The plot of the end
I hope He mixes melodrama with comedy
And if there will be a tragedy
I step in the shoes of ice
Before tasting the arrows of betrayal
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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