Brandon Nyandoro

I recall the memories.
I recollect the good times,
I can't express
Because what I feel is an presumption to many.

I can't help,
But feel helpless.
For what I expected turned out to be
What I expected least.

The gorgeous eyes that
Trapped no fly,
But me.
Everyday I cry
As I ask myself why.
But the answer is within me,
That I was set apart.

The so called supercilious,
Can't speak of those superficial
That of attitude
That meant more than gratitude
But now clock my facial expression,
All set apart.

Terminated in my heart
Set apart.
Named and called a 'what'
In social networks I am a chat.
I am set apart.

Days don't seem to be the way
They used to be.
What about so called we?
It's clear that I am now all alone,
Set apart.

Set apart,
With no cure
But my love is still pure
You were ever true
But I now have no clue,
Of what happened to you.