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MY SINCERE CRY



By Ola Vincent Omotade
(Romantic storyteller)

(my last conversation)

Ronke I love you so deeply, why have you determined to poisoning my heart with nothing  but an heartbreak ?

(Her terrifying reply)

I hate you,  I never loved you in the first place,  I was just managing you, you foolish riff Raff.

  (My tears  into writing) 

 With tears jugging down my cheek,I said
Oh I Love to always see you whisper to my ear,
I mean all day a Christmas party.
I love covered up with umbrella of love,
Just exactly like a guardian angel
I love to following,protecting and loving
Always getting your attention.
Your eyes tell me to believe you,
Even when it looks uncertain.
Am sure you're the solution and I will wait to the end.



I know a day will come your smile be painted pink and sea green
when you're fulfilled in my lovely hood
you will  then be  perceived as  ace fragrances of  life you lived on love and peace
Happiness should be what you hope for...

But she walked away.. and I cried sincerely for the first time in my prodigy life.

(My tears drying  the sun)

I was lost in the world where everything seems meaningless to me.
though  I grew up without experiencing communal acceptance and love.
My courage was broken
I became so helplessly,
Almost watching the love of my life disappear into thin air.
The thought of ronke held me captive at night, was thinking all through on how to protect our unapproved love with all my life.


So I do not believe Love exist....

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