Kelvin Gathiru Poet Romanticism

She Broke My Heart

I gave her all my love to borrow,
But she turned her back on tomorrow,
And chose to leave me with sorrow,
Our chances of survival were narrow,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

I regret that I wasted all of my nights,
On the balcony watching the twilights,
Because she turned out all the lights,
She was the source of our daily fights,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

I even wrote my love letters in bold,
And promised to be hers when am old,
Nowadays all the nights are too cold,
After leaving me in a total threshold,
Everyday was another day to quarrel.

                          © Kelmwa

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