Odutolu Timothy


A Broken Heart


A broken heart on a new year
My heart cracks here and there
My heart is shattered into rubbles
Emotionally I am reduced into bubbles

I am going to break down and cry
My melancholic tears will never dry
I am woebegone and in profound sadness
My mind is sick, I am going slow into madness

How I wish you could see I was never a liar
Your heart has always been my utmost desire
So many sleepless nights, I am going insomniac
At this rate you can only make me a maniac

I will forever be haunted by memories of ours
In boredom I will while away my once precious hours
I would dream of our good old days, I would turn nostalgic
Full of regrets and memories of how we lost the magic.

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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