Allowed to love.
A poem by Claudia Baffour-Ansah
I never knew true love until I met you.
Even when I was tore apart from the inside
Out, I thought of you
Love was like a glowing star in the
Night Sky.
Passionate and Searing.
Single and Distinct.
I even remember dancing with you underneath the moonlight, our two silhouettes intertwined
Like clasped hands.
If ever we could get closer to each other
As we got close on that night,
Heartbeat glimpses heartbeat and,
Our lips were near, finally I could taste you
Yet, it is time for me to marry and,
I was not brought into this world to love.
Hate latches on
Yes, soon love will become cold
And Empty
Like a hollow sculpture.
I will not love myself, my life or you
I will love nothing.
And why,
because Happiness never loved me.
About the Creator
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