David Onojah-Broken heart

David Onojah

Journalist Gang presents: Broken heart ~~~~David Onojah~~~

My heart is broken My hopes are crushing In the gravel I trusted you With my tongue and lips Putting a knife through my lungs

And sometimes, The headache Pounds like a naked motar Sometimes, The smile resting in my skull Remains sorrowful till dawn

The days are gone My pains are long. I trusted you with all things I swore We would last like the rivers Flowing till it's eternity

My heart, Still tells me one thing When my tongue becomes sour, And lips, Bleed for cold kisses

If a knife, Undresses in my chest Then I bade the dust goodbye If a smile rapes my face I would embrace the sun With all my heart

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