Yao: Thumbs down?
Bey: I wanted to do thumbs up. Lol
Yao: You broke my heart
Bey: Eewu, it's not intentional. 😭
Bey: I'm crying 😢
rivers now
Yao: Rivers will rather wash the pieces away
Bey: Eei! Am I not
forgiven?
Yao: Your thumbs up sunk my spirit so low
That it landed at the bottom of the bottomless pit where it doesnt
glow
So slow that your blow
thwarted all attempts for my form to grow
And just like a lost bet,
she makes jest of my stress
Alas, this too shall pass
when mournful flowers shall fill my vase
Cautiously I count my scars
and lick my wounds
For her sword plucked my stars and melted my golden spoons
However will I live, as I strive to survive
Who will contrive to raise me with a kiss that will revive
Nevermore for my pieces lack the peace to find surcease
I wince with a whimper as they scatter like geese
Adieu
Written
for me by my friend- Yao Mawutor Fianu
Facebook/Twitter:@YaoMawutorFianu
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