PURITY!

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