camouflaging the dark ugliness of her mind.
Hurtful words expelled like bullets of sentry guns,
before friends and foe am I severely maligned.
I welcomed her into my summer-warm embrace,
yet she set a bouquet of thorns in my bossom.
Her lips served as her spiked mace,
allowing her concealed nature to blossom.
Filled with awe at such severe damage,
I retired my emotions for this wench.
My forgiving eyes eclipsed by a merciless rage,
and my essence reeked of a loathly stench.
I couldn't pick the pieces of her crumbling heart,
for even mine had been so viciously torn apart.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016
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