Let me
.
I know from thousands of cuts you bleed
These cuts turn scars and scars repeat the deed
I know millions of pain has been deposited
Into the bank of your memory
.
I know you are the priceless jar broken in a millions pieces
Shattered with turbulence heart crisis
And just like Vasily Perov paintings, your face preach beauty
And tragedy
You are burdened and you wallow in misery
. 
But darling,
Let me be the glimpse of light your darkness
To lift up your burdened poor soul
Let me be the one,
To make you feel like Newton when he discovered gravity.
.
Balogun David Tolulope
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