Thursday, 4 May 2017

JYF + Frederick Ebo Hinson = #Broken


The day you left
 I held a parrot in my hand
 And I asked it
 "How much do you think I hurt?"
 It answered
 "You hurt so much
 You hurt everywhere."
 First it all began
 When I looked into the diary we wrote
 You remember you wrote on 14th February
 "I love you so much
 I wish I can give you my life."
 You remember the bells that towed
 When we sat on the bench at the church
 Holding our hands so close
 That I could feel the blood circulating through your veins.
 You remember when we used to walk in the dark
 Hiding our love because they said
 We were too young to know what love is
 But we muttered under our breathe
 "They just don't know how we feel inside
 They don't know how it feels
 For the moon to fall in the arms of the star."


I remember those days when you used to tell me my arms were like heaven
 When you used to tell me my cologne smells like the smoke that the burnt offering of our love produced
 Now I can bet you would say that it smells like the korle lagoon
 I was told by you that I am the only one
 The only man
 I felt like God
 The alpha and omega of your love
 Now look at me, so wretched
 I regret ever standing in the shadow of your love
 But for love's sake, I want you back.

JYF
 Ebo Hinson

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