Of All The Things Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

Of all things i`ve said to you,

my heart is not pounding in happiness,

but twisting and turning in pain...

Is this what you wished me to go through?

i inhibited you from moving as i came toward you whistling melodius words, that left me a love sentence.


you let me talk like a fool,

speaking empty words.

wasting words on you of something so true,

which to you made no clue,

yet you listened to me,

with your deaf ears,

you didnt stop me,

by saying ''cant you see that i am someone`s possession, i am not available, maybe i am but not for you''...why?

hopefully i tumbled with words on my tongue, not knowing either aware that i was making a monologue, hurting myself with ny own words of affection.

now i am left with ashes of my heart on the palm of my hands,

and not a broken heart cause mine had no bones, its just burnt to death with the love i had for you....waiting for someone to reconstruct it...

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