As she sat by the porch,
Watered the flowers,
Too salty,
The memories were haughty,
She wished it were true
When he said i love you,
Wished he'd stay
But sadly walked away
Flew away with her heart,
Left torn
All weak to crawl on her own,
She hated love,disguted by life,
She was disgusted to be a wife,
She still dreamt,daily wept
She had no heart,
She was hollow,
Dreamt to be loved
She had to dream more,
Who would knock on her door?
Who would love her?
She wept more
For hate grew roots on her core
Wasn't that a bore?
Bard mwendwa 🥺
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