A Massacre Of My Heart Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

You stood there well prepared with your Armour,
As you cut through my gates of Iron and steel,
Passion and love lured my guard into a slumber,
Don't you know, not to let your guard down?

The sharpest of arrows from a well-known Fletcher,
The blacksmiths finest sword steady in your right hand.
Ready to wage a war on an unprotected land,
Well aren't you ruthless, merciless and cold-hearted?

You might have thought you massacred my heart,
Here some bad news, like a resounding gong,
See hearts like roses and the atypical flowers of the earth,

Will always bloom….
come spring, come fall.