A TATTOOED HEART.
The hopes in a dream
The silence in a scream
The promise for tomorow
The distance in forever
The joy of being together
The looks you put up
The glow in your eyes
The fragrance in your presence
Your lips,the only thing that taste like mama's soup
Its your heart on a coup
The problems along the way
The hopes for solution
The wait for apology
The fall of a tear
The wisper in my ear
My heart was tattooed
And strucked with a pin
And trowed in a wastebin
Time only endear and never fade memories we've created
Indeed what dosent kill you makes you stronger
Faruk Abubakar Yamah
2016
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