Treasure so dear I found once,
only to give it all up.
"Died of a broken heart" a phrase heard every now and then.
I have spent a couple years without teardrops,
I got issues but I've improved,
yet
I don't want to die for love like valentine
But
What's this feeling?
Why do I want to risk it all?
In an attempt to remove myself from this world, I write about it alot.
I know that's childish, but this is me trying to comprehend it,
Not in a way that would bid my non believe - but to be an observer hopefully a partaker to the existence of something as Pure as love.
What's so special about?
So Stressed and torn between Aftermath,
History all over repeating,
All is fair in love and war.
Staring deep into the night, attempting to understand  something impossible
Trying hard to draw an interpretation for a feelings new.
...
To that someone that is and will be,
The soul and the love I will need,
I have nothing else of worth
So Manage please
As poor as it is
MY BROKEN HEART
All the best,
Festus Ikimi.