Loss of An Innocent Mind
One day he took a journey of his life,
and entrusted his soul to a very beautiful
angel who didn't have a halo,
and always slept by 3 a.m.
after experiencing a higher influence.
She always called him "schizophrenic",
and he always knelt immaculately before
her, to be saved from the jaws of fantasies.
"You'll never marry me or move to Paris with me!"
she always assured him.
One morning he woke up next to a girl;
a girl who was once an angel in his eyes.
She had broken his spirit, bit by bit...
Loving her was like going to war;
he had never been the same again.......
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2018
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