Romantic Paramedics
Let the ambulance of love
come take my crashed soul away,
the soul which was unable
to be save by the accident of heartbreak,
let them put me on a guerney of hope,
to know that my heart can live again
But for now, I'm on the ground
and the sob of twilight is my deathbed
the news she gave me
was as electrifying as the militance
of a tazor
But now a name comes like a siren,
to deliver me, a corpse of hopeless
me, a corpse,
my heart, a corpse,
zombies in the existence of love
but with her kiss,
there shall be an unbeatable sunlight,
and my heart shall wear the rainbow
as a scarf
to show that there is new life
and that the downfall of a man
is certainly not the end of his life.
By Kakraba Afful
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