Written by: Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

Why I chose her
She stood well curved at sight
Or was I wrong?
Should have looked further
For now I know,
I do not love her
Wish curves contoured moral simplicity
Like a dream of reality
For me to clench on, not to let go
Seems ever Perfect
Is there any like my dream?
I hear a deceiving, Yes
Fantasies I mould in patience
A relishing dream
Filled with pain and deceit
Am letting you go
Why I chose her
I do not know, do you?

┬ęKofi Asokwa-Nkansah