Songs of Sorrow
Oluchi Ibe has done me thus:
She has put a knife through my heart
And fed my love to the swine
The flames of my love, she doused
My soul embellished with sorrow
She has led me deep into the wild of gloom
Beyond the silent river of bliss
She never minded exactly if my heart was breaking
Lost and lonely
She droned me in a brook of my own tears
Sadness is the crown of my eyes
Grief from jilt; my soul is bleeding
Oluchi!
What you have done;
Is like a huge ulcer in my heart
No matter how hard I try
I can never be made whole again
The scary memory of this sacrilege
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