In the loneliest hour
The perfect lover
Has taken my heart
And like a thief
Has walked away with it
I'm watching it all fall apart
Like oil slipping through my hands
Leaving behind toturing traces
Of what pieced it together
The many promises of endless forevers
And in a new dawn
You realise
That even they, come to an end.
Fimishola Samuel
27-9-14
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