NOWHERE TO RUN

NOWHERE TO RUN

Sweethurt,

if it please you,

I wish to gather the left pieces of my heart,

from the plates I served you with them.

May I gently pick my mind also,

injured with pleasure while I leaned on your trust?

May I, I pray, leave with my feelings

pounded into tatters?

My Honey topping and my ice glazing

Your face imprinted on mine already,

And my heart in permanent fusion with yours

If you would leave with your heart in your hands,

Then you'd have to take mine too

If you would walk away, with your feelings shattered

Better know I'd be feeling battered too

© Ben James Et Taiwo Olamide