Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Blest
I’ve loved and lost,
I’ve paid my dues.
I’ve known the cost of love
I have tasted its caress and cutlass
I’ve picked it up,
And dropped it with bruised hands
I have bled love
My fingers are too broken for me to count the number of heartbreaks
I’ve bled all hurts,
The bruises are healing
My scars are now stars on the brown sky of my body
I carry the beautiful badge of heartbreak
The scars remain but I heal so fast.
As fast as if I carry the gene of a werewolf
I heal myself like Deadpool
From the burnt I had in love’s fiery pool
The lesson is learnt.
It’s time to fight back
A broken glass can cut easily
It is time for me to cut back the fingers of the world
Time to slit their fingers.
Time to make them pay
To make them pay the wages of my broken heart
For I’ve been made a specialist in heartbreaking
Then I’ll take back what is mine.
I’ll feel the fluffy heart once again
And start all over again
Unbreaking the broken
Then I’ll become a real man,
Then I’ll be king!
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