IF ONLY LOVE HAD SHARP EDGES
The King I gave my soul
Left me all alone to pain
Empty in the silence of my room
The pit-pattering raindrops of tears
Lays to rest upon my chest
Help me never to remember
The warmth of thy cold skin
Here I lay,
On my red sprayed bed
Like all other nights
I was left to walk alone.
Provoked to engrave these words on sands
Seduced to pen down this horrible but sweet thoughts
All covered up in deep aches
Surrounded by the echoes of your absence.
If only love had sharp edges
I'd let it cut you till you bleed
Just like I've done in days now gone.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015
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