Letting it out hurts
The hurt I can't explain,
The pain is real,
The blood is a cloth.
The history of the story,
Is a story itself,
So lets go little by little into the dark.
A black heart doesn't mean
There isn't love in it.
A snick peek won't capture this moment
A heart is crying
The tears are in blood
The eyes can't understand that
Only if it has Ebola
À wá gbe ebo tó ka ìgún la yá
But see am not a liar.
The plot thickens
I find words
But after seeing them
I realised, I have to thank Allah for life.
Cos no matter where life takes me
I always meet gold
And I have never believed in black diamonds
They are too sleazy.
A tribute to those I love
The ones who have loved me and still do
I say thank you.
But my SELF love is still not enough
So to myself, I say sorry
If you are not me
You will not understand this
But I would like to share,
But the size is too heavy,
The weight of my thought that is,
I will look back now
And see a heart has been dropped here,
The love the heart has given, taken and shared
Has kept it in use.
This not a poem, story nor song.
Its the words I whisper that you never hear.
Tho I think my heart will heal
But until then I will keep loving you, you and you.
P.S from the heart of a fool
