• Confusion of Broken Hearts

    I am lost in your eyes,
    so beautiful and brown,
    your hair so golden,
    each dimple in your frown,
    yet you hate me.
    I thought I made a friend,
    that would last until the end,
    until she too was lost,
    in your dark coffee spheres,
    of evil and pain.
    This is the decade minus two.
    The time when it will all be over by the passing of the wind.
    Should I fall back into those coffee eyes?
    After I have swam so nicely in the blue,
    with my back accompanied by his loving words,
    that sets me afloat although I do not swim.
    Shall I choose the one who has accidently hurt me?
    Or shall I choose my companion who has hurt me on purpose?
    Am I right to be hurt?
    Am I right to try and claim something as beautiful as those coffee eyes?
    May I ever know?
    Shall this life ever end?
    A life when the men of God rules me as intended in God's very own plan?
    Yet a plan where the women is proud to carry on her number?
    Shall I be ruled by a boy?
    A mere boy who has nothing to offer
    but this blank confusion?
    Or shall it be a man,
    a real man,
    who offers me the world?