PARIS TO PRISON
benson masawa
November 29, 2017
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Girl,
Your sweet name has turned to bitter,
Your soft words are now sharper,
We agreed each other,
To live as mother and father,
How can I live as your brother?
Between altar and parish you confess,
To betray my heart and trust another,
You accept another ring while I have yours,
You receive another chain,
Without breaking mine.
You make me weep in the feast,
You make me sad at the midst of happiness,
Lovely songs are now terrible to me,
As love has become scaring word to me,
Just because of endless pain you’ve caused to me.
Whom should I love after you,
Who shall receive my heart as you did,
How can this wound get healed,
Whom shall I love,
And who will love me,
In the same way you did.