My heart is made of shattered glasses
In which I drenched my loneliness
Ready to cut you in pieces
With the rage of celibacy
Sometimes my shadow
Becomes my only companion
In it, I see myself clearly
Hanging on to the wallow
I once watched at a glance
In my dream, I poured a libation
Swimming across the ocean
And gathering pawn at dawn
Sometimes I don't know
If I should blame Maa'mi
Or blame Baa'mi
That I am alone
Like bank notes in a vault
I met a Miss
She blew me a kiss
But I took the drug of sorrow
And hid in the sands of time
Love is a drug
Sold by those whose hearts are made of stones,
ready to break my heart made of glasses
Traded on the stock of loneliness
Maa'mi says time will heal me
She told a beautiful lie
The type pitted cities against each other
As the clock stopped ticking
Maa'mi told me to live freely
Like a rich man's offspring
Because soon and very soon
God shall be without a faith
But the world dies abruptly
And with it, my melancholy.
By Adetayo Omotoyosi Adeolu
omotoyorsiiadeolu@gmail.com
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