Worries are nothing but the captain of my ship
A ship coupled in lust and love,
Lust and love?
I am a captain of their enigma
Wondering when my urges will differentiate between them.
The same urges that left me wet last night,
The same love that quenched my ugly urge,
I wonder how many of you
Have had their hearts decorated before
I had mine decorated before;
A red ribbon round the hem,
Purple to show my kindness,
Pink to let you know I care,
Upon all I toasted it with love for you!
But then you shredded my heart into pieces,
You pierced it before the sun
And tattooed it before my adversaries
Like a virgin's night out...
You broke it
I am gone;
From your warm bosom built with chisels.
But I wonder who will mend this heart.
But as you hear my story, do not cry.
Just glisten while I cry!
Onyenezi Chika Victor still lives in Nigeria, writing from the cities of Owerri and Enugu. He is an editor for AuthorMe.com.
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