Once, I stumbled upon a precious treasure,
Yet foolishly let it slip away.
"Died of a broken heart," a phrase whispered in sorrow.
For years, I withheld my tears,
Working on myself, mending my flaws,
But now, I'm plagued by a curious desire.
Why do I yearn to risk it all again?
To escape from this world, I pen my thoughts,
Childish, perhaps, yet a means to understand,
Not to refute my beliefs, but to observe,
To partake in the purity of love's existence.
What makes it so extraordinary, I wonder?
Caught between stress and the echoes of history,
Love and war entwined in a tangled dance.
Deep into the night, I gaze, seeking comprehension,
Struggling to decipher these unfamiliar emotions.
...
To you, the one who is and will always be,
My soul's companion, the love I crave,
I possess nothing else of value,
So please, handle with care,
This fragile, tattered heart of mine.
Wishing you all the best,
Festus Ikimi.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Once, I stumbled upon a precious treasure,
Yet foolishly let it slip away.
"Died of a broken heart," a phrase whispered in sorrow.
For years, I withheld my tears,
Working on myself, mending my flaws,
But now, I'm plagued by a curious desire.
Why do I yearn to risk it all again?
To escape from this world, I pen my thoughts,
Childish, perhaps, yet a means to understand,
Not to refute my beliefs, but to observe,
To partake in the purity of love's existence.
What makes it so extraordinary, I wonder?
Caught between stress and the echoes of history,
Love and war entwined in a tangled dance.
Deep into the night, I gaze, seeking comprehension,
Struggling to decipher these unfamiliar emotions.
...
To you, the one who is and will always be,
My soul's companion, the love I crave,
I possess nothing else of value,
So please, handle with care,
This fragile, tattered heart of mine.
Wishing you all the best,
Festus Ikimi.
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