Sometimes time does not heal all wounds.
We were blind from the start. Life was an endless pit of darkness, a long dead memory of love and luck. We missed our hearts, the art of playing the game.
Words never said broke us; they created a special bond between us, a beautiful connection that we built over the years by emptying our souls and expressing every emotion to no one in particular.
She tossed her diamond; I tossed my spades.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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Written on 2019-02-27 at 10:04
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Deck of Cards
We were a couple playing with a deck of cards, with no hearts. We'd sit in the dark corners in silence but deep down we knew they were coming for us. They would knock down our sand castles and enter through the locked doors, shattering our dreams and hearts, through tears awakening our fears.We were blind from the start. Life was an endless pit of darkness, a long dead memory of love and luck. We missed our hearts, the art of playing the game.
Words never said broke us; they created a special bond between us, a beautiful connection that we built over the years by emptying our souls and expressing every emotion to no one in particular.
She tossed her diamond; I tossed my spades.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
Read 578 times
Written on 2019-02-27 at 10:04
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