Comments about Anthony Rweyemamu
She Was Here
An optimistic sun shines on a dark heart,
Warmth turns to scorching heat; a smile to a symbol of hurt,
Pain a comforter so bitter,
Regret; an aftertaste to a past much sweeter.
The romantic full moon mocking one's feelings,
Grinding the heart further to tiny fillings,
Every moment nature's torture becomes a newer,
An unbearable fate to beginings so pure.