He Broke My Heart Poem by Kelvin Gathiru

I gave him all my love to borrow,
But he turned his back on tomorrow,
And chose to leave me with sorrow,
Our chances of survival were narrow,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

I regret that I wasted all of my nights,
On the balcony watching the twilights,
Because he turned out all the lights,
He was the source of our daily fights,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

I even wrote my love letters in bold,
And promised to be his when am old,
Nowadays all the nights are too cold,
After leaving me in a total threshold,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

© Kelmwa