Broken Heart) Pt 2
My heart is full with sores,
am a victim of a broken
heart. Just picture my heart
bleeding as the ink of this pen
pour vivaciously. She took
advantage of my love for
her and ripe my heart apart.
'Ooh' my fragile heart, which
sin is worst than this? My heart
is hungry it have been yawnin,
Aphrodite smile at me, let my
years of sorrow be drown
in the ocean of real love.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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