My heart wears pain 🌹,
and from the clouded sky of my eyes pours rain 💧,
not of regret, but of love lost—and longed for again 💔.
At last, hope screamed upon my lips 💖,
as beautiful moments bloomed—once only a dream 🌸.
Laughter arrived, along with companionship and teamship 🤍,
yet faded just as quickly as it came 🍃.
Over time, hearts once fond grew distant 🌷,
replaced by jealousy, suspicion, and mistrust—
wounds born from shadows of the past 🌑.
But how can the past still guide your steps? 🌹
I carry the weight of pain kept quiet within,
while wishing only for your healing and success 💫.
You stood watching, unsure to move forward,
though my reassurances came like daily blossoms 🌼—
still, they were never enough.
In the end, the past took hold of your trust again,
while I learned to let it go 🌿.
I truly hope you find your peace 💐.
But I cannot heal you,
if you won’t take my outstretched hand 🤲💖
I remain your friend and brother,
Maazi Onuora Obodoechi.
Pen it down. 