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Aug 22
Let me guess, you were lonely when she came,
So you gave away your whole heart because all its rooms were vacant,
When you heard whispered promises from the ocean of her eyes.
After all her highly explosive smiles ignited flames in your skies,
You have always been an artist, so you painted a love not as it was but as you perceived,
Even though what was on the canvas was a big contrast to what you received.
You had failed at love before but really believed she was your craved shot at success,
And sculpted beautiful moments, carving memories with chisels of your affection.
Gifts like petals, delicate and rare, but they couldn't mend the fractures in the air.
You wrote poems, she was always the theme even without mentioning her name,
A serenade under moonlight's gentle touch, yet her heart remained distant, out of your clutch.
You wove a basket of stars in her name, each twig a promise, yet she remained the same.
You sought her heart like a sailor aground, yet love's current swept you further from the shore.
For sometimes things just fall apart, and the artist's touch can't change a heart.
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
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