BROKEN HEART

My heart is broken into pieces,
and cannot be glued with stitches.
She feels she’s pretty,
wait and lets see who’s faulty.

 Though I cry to relieve my emotion,
but the pain is still in motion.
Yeah, there are many fishes in the sea,

but what would do is just a cup of tea

I know someone will come again,

and make my heart whole again.

I know i used again twice,
but it was hard to find the right word nice.

She might not love my sentence,
but penguins will fly over a fence.
She’s found the dollar;
does that make her any better?

I cuddled her with great hands,
but she left me with her wrist bands.

At the end, life is the judge,
but my name isn’t George.

My heart is broken into pieces,
and cannot be glued with stitches.
She might beat the rest,
but definitely not the best.

Makanjuola Olaleye Ademola

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