She wrote me a poem.

I copied it in my mind, 
and pasted it in my heart. 
I should have read 
the subliminal irony in it.
And not the surface words
The sweet nothings
That left me love diabetic

She wrote me a poem
And i kept it in my heart
Took to heart the words
The meaning my mind could fathom
If they could be reversed
I will not read again

She wrote me a poem
Painted my life with a colour so bright
I lost my sight
Mabye it was the night
Or with her i lost all my might

She wrote me a poem,
In pencil.
Her hand held an eraser
To clean the words i so eagerly believed

By Pardon Gwara (Zimbabwe)