Brokenhearted Poem by Ksatriya Shatta

I asked her for a dance but she said she was too tired

The next thing i knew she was on the dance floor with someone else, i don't think she was hired

I thought she liked me she was the only one i admired

Sometimes i used to think our souls were kind of wired

Together to eternity but that was just a sick obsession i acquired

From staring into her prickly eyes and fantasying about those juicy lips. O! my dreams are shattered

Behind her i stood and wept, because now to her i never mattered

Then there i was alone in the middle of the dance-floor. My sight became blurry and scattered

All at once i felt cold from my feet to my head. My teeth chattered

My stomach rumbled then i farted

But no one bothered

I felt like a plant species not yet discovered

just then she looked back at me. What? Did she hear it? the music was so loud at first. i feel ashamed as my head lowered

I said to myself 'you must be the devil.' Then she nodded

O' My God now my heart pounded. My heart which was wounded pounded

I turned around to have a seat at the counter and then i realized it wasn't me she was looking at. Rather her chauffeur who behind me waited

So it means she wasn't even seeing me. I had been wasted

It was time for her to go, and for me it was time for courage to be mastered

She walked toward mt direction. so beautiful i thought she had to be escorted

This is my chance i said

But no luck, she tugged on to the silly guy instead

Now the silly look on my face had to be smothered

I watched them as they walked hand in hand. My head again lowered

Then i watched them as they departed

She left me. She left me brokenhearted

Ghana, Accra
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