akingbehin daniel murphy

(18 march 1994 / lagos, nigeria)

broken heart


A broken heart he have seen
The looked in his eyes
he read my sadness
In my eyes which I try to hold my
tears
The way he looked in to my eyes
I knew that looked in his eyes
As he worries He Whispers softly
Why Are sad?
I stand still in silent voiceless we
stand
I was in tears
He held my hand
I pull it out of his
It doesn’t felt right
It doesn’t felt the same
How we used to be
I try to hold the tears till he went
The tears has fallen as he walk
out
We don’t belong to each other
Why does My soul deceiving
Oh god hear my Prays in tears
A prays that she loved you more
But why does my heart deceiving
When our loves doesn’t dies
reunite as one strangest
we slowly be a part

Submitted: Sunday, December 04, 2011
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