Like broken glass is my heart since you left, shattered. I keep a lot of things to remind me of you but they are just clatter, maybe it’s time to let it go. Maybe it’s time I let you go. Like a shopkeeper who hoards but never sells, is my love for you precious. Every time I listen to Marsha Ambrosius, I think of you, so foolish but at the same time am so serious like a finders seekers rules!

Like a clear glass is my love for you, sincere and see through. Even when I don’t hear from you for so long, I still remain true and hopeful. My main aim of writing you this poem is to let you know that you may be billions of miles away but I am a poet dedicated at swaying you by writing you millions of words just to let you know that I am still insanely in love with you …

Like exquisite glass I am fragile. I glide though carefully hoping to slide through back into your heart. I sigh from the fact that you were once terribly in love with me while I could afford an ounce of doubt in you. I might have made some decisions hurriedly, in my defense it is in these times that we get carried away easily but babe don’t leave our love buried out in the cold.

Like an ART restore me from the broken glass. Release me of the hurt and in turn I will forever play your token of appreciation. I have taken the tears I have cried into consideration, I see them as having been a river into your heart’s admiration. Like a homeless child I shiver in your absence, this is my plea for an invite into your heart’s presence again…

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