Packed from the top of emotions,
As toppings on a vanilla ice
Hearts involved in a truth or dare
Such a cruel game takes the fare.
I remain the love in a closed box,
The purity in iniquities,
A path in the narrow lonely world.
A thorn in love.
It’s faulty to believe it’s real,
That true love exist in
That peace can be dashed out free,
That life will always give you a
I love you from the very depth of
Only you could see me as a hero,
And also as a villain ready to
I became your “sweet enemy”.
Fondling the patches of a skeptical
Mending the holes created by
What more is there to true love?
That I’ve been sidelined for
written by Tokede Daniel