When these torn souls meet these fractured hearts, chaos is created. There's havoc in these dark realms, and love is forgotten. Their change was vast, they were hopefuls now hopeless They grew up too fast, they grew up choiceless Hear me, here now history will be made. No one can flee, it is their twisted fate. It’s game of dominoes, neither can choose his place. What a lover doesn’t know, we can’t let good marriage go to waste. Good God don’t panick, your chariot awaits. You're always so frantic, that’s one thing he hates. You learnt your ABCs, you’ll learn your L.O.V.Es, You know how to bake cookies, the rest is easy see how they do in the movies. Battered like butter. I should have let you stay with your father. I told you happiness is a full time job. Buy her flowers and tell her you’ll stop. Don’t pack you bags, stay, be patient. In time, all this, history, ancient. Remember I was your age once, All I knew was how to dance, Your father so kind, gave me a chance. Welcomed me to his home, I finally had class. As time passed my boobs dropped to my knees. Slowly my dreams uthreaded at the seams. … Look at this house look at the children, Look at the rooster, look at the hen. Isn't lovely, Isn’t it all beautiful. God blessed me with plenty, he also made me fruitful. Don’t worry about that jezebel, I’ll show her, what is hell. Just cook, clean and spread your legs. How dare she leave my son, to come back, I’ll make sure she begs. Don’t hit her this time you’re just like your father. He treated me Like a punching Bag, not like his partner. I guess it’s the nature of men. Atleast he doesn’t do often … Look at this house look at the children, Look at the rooster, look at the hen. Isn't lovely, Isn’t it all beautiful. God blessed me with plenty, he also made me fruitful. They took me back to him. They brought her back to me. And said they said: Look at this house, it could have children, It could have a rooster, it could have a hen, God will bless you, he'll make you fruitful
When  these torn souls meet these fractured hearts, chaos is created.
There's havoc in these dark realms, and love is forgotten.
Their change was vast, they were hopefuls now hopeless
They grew up too fast, they grew up choiceless

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palesasekhoetsa Young amateur poet
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A story about two women that encourage their children to stay in an arranged marriage, even though it made them unhappy.

When these torn souls meet these fractured hearts, chaos is created. There's havoc in these dark realms, and love is forgotten. Their change was vast, they were hopefuls now hopeless They grew up too fast, they grew up choiceless Hear me, here now history will be made. No one can flee, it is their twisted fate. It’s game of dominoes, neither can choose his place. What a lover doesn’t know, we can’t let good marriage go to waste. Good God don’t panick, your chariot awaits. You're always so frantic, that’s one thing he hates. You learnt your ABCs, you’ll learn your L.O.V.Es, You know how to bake cookies, the rest is easy see how they do in the movies. Battered like butter. I should have let you stay with your father. I told you happiness is a full time job. Buy her flowers and tell her you’ll stop. Don’t pack you bags, stay, be patient. In time, all this, history, ancient. Remember I was your age once, All I knew was how to dance, Your father so kind, gave me a chance. Welcomed me to his home, I finally had class. As time passed my boobs dropped to my knees. Slowly my dreams uthreaded at the seams. … Look at this house look at the children, Look at the rooster, look at the hen. Isn't lovely, Isn’t it all beautiful. God blessed me with plenty, he also made me fruitful. Don’t worry about that jezebel, I’ll show her, what is hell. Just cook, clean and spread your legs. How dare she leave my son, to come back, I’ll make sure she begs. Don’t hit her this time you’re just like your father. He treated me Like a punching Bag, not like his partner. I guess it’s the nature of men. Atleast he doesn’t do often … Look at this house look at the children, Look at the rooster, look at the hen. Isn't lovely, Isn’t it all beautiful. God blessed me with plenty, he also made me fruitful. They took me back to him. They brought her back to me. And said they said: Look at this house, it could have children, It could have a rooster, it could have a hen, God will bless you, he'll make you fruitful

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