Hurt


This mickle hole in my heart,
Stop already! please pull out the dart.
You tossed out my feelings through the window,
I said I loved you but you called me your sister.

 

Could this be what they allude to be love triangle?
We could employ Pythagoras Theorem if need be.

 

How can I love another?
It’ll be catastrophic.
I promise I’d wait, you could change your mind.
Obim,rethink this over again, please take your time.

 

For a desert I have become and until my Love you return,
I’d forever be.

James Nita.

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