I was innocent when in the womb, now I'm guilty and I give love my guile
In a doubtless whole
Hoping it'd heal my breaking soul
And fill my lorn hole

My personality
Has a scar of brutality
Violence of my heart to belong in a maternity
In a bowl of vow and keen fraternity
The doctor says I have a cure
It has no pain to endure
But it is your love my heart lure


Heal heal heal me
Hey hail thee
The love in matrimony
Holding the sacks of Harmony
I am lost soul
Make me whole
My path leads to you
It tails the ruins of my adventure
Love is like a pin in apperture
Tilled with a heavy punchure
Leaving a hole at departure
Only a fitting can fit
But can't fit without a hit
You always will without a bit


Heal my empty soul
fill my boring hole
Make me whole
Calm my heart ore
And hypen my spirit dure

© Onyemaechi Okeke