Abena,
There's fire on the mountain.
I heard from the grapevine
The demise of our love
Should I go on?
Mensah the news carrier
A backstabbing of hearts
A killer of dreams
He brought the news
The demise of our love
Clapping at my foolishness
Wearing a cocky smile
Exercising my grief
A tool of torment
The gatekeeper of sorrow
Amusingly so,
Nevertheless,
I portray a strong heart
Fighting,
Fighting to love no more.
The breakage of hearts

The adorning of your love,
I shall remember always.
The key of love
The assurance of hearts
A mileage of pretence
You stirred me forward
A trickery I fell gallantly
The spell you casted
Your response,
I await not.
Mensah the news carrier
A demise of love
I write thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson