It’s a Two by Gonsalves Mpili
Art, Literature, PoetryThey were playing darts,
They all hit the bulls eye,
My heart was placed over there,
The first thrower reached into my arteries,
The second thrower gave me a room to breath.
When the game was over,
I never noticed who won,
Since my eyes didn’t know the maths,
All of a sudden my heart was empty but on fire,
A she rescued me,
Brought in a tank full of water,
Poured into my heart,
My heart never turned to ashes,
That isn’t a chemistry class,
It’s a two,
I call it double impact