sonnet for the HB
You threw your sharp dart
Aimed at piercing my center
Went through my soft heart
As you mad sure none would enter
After you left a venomous arrow
Buried inside this soft part
The poison lives within my marrow
Feeding on me it won't depart
I wish for the echoes of tomorrow.
Yesterday was tough, jump start my heart
This heart is failing cause of sorrow
When you left I was torn apart
Now I am so incomplete
I got a missing part.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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