A Story Of A Broken Heart Poem by Sir Karabo Dabest

There he appeared the boy who had nothing to gain but everythin to loose,
He had great memories in his torment but regrets to choose.
He might had rejoice but not yet caught up in a moment to enjoy his joy,
He took his beloved ones for a joke as he had mannaged to with his favourite toy.

He frolicked instead of picking up wer he left, he nearly lost his mind when he thought of letting go.
He cry'd n cry'd as yet the droplets of salt disolved and his heart perished.
He had nothing in his mind except to just stand 'n stare.

He refussed to let go of his pride in his mind,
Beside,
He treasured his happy lost moments in his tribe he stood in and hides.

You can run but you cannot hide for your problems,
Instead face them and ask ''who the hell pushed me to the edge? ''.
he then began to swallow his pride, his heart was as hardly broken n yet didnt manage to get it back together.
He flashed and became the victim of that circumstance,
Yet that was not his chance.

A STORY OF A BROKEN HURT, WHERE THE HELL DO THEY GO? ? ? ? ? ?