Broken Piece | Tolu’ Akinyemi | Poetry

Our Love could have been as clear as spring water

But her fountain had been polluted by streams of hate.

This could have been paradise but I spend my days in regret grieving the day our paths crossed.

He could have been my prince charming but his words are arrows darting my heart, wounding my pride.

She could have been the only one but she hurts me with her broken pieces. We burned all the bridges we’ve built and our home became desolate.

©️ Tolu’ A. Akinyemi

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