7 days make one week
But 7 days without you makes one weak
I’m strong (Armstrong) like Neil
Still yet I feel
Very very down like a low grade miner
Please come back to me, I will be finer
Now I lack concentration like a bad juice company
I’m limited, ‘cause you are my company
Like a weak penis, I just lie dead
Naked and shivering like a featherless bird
Remember when our love was blossoming like flowers
Your exit made it a rubble of fallen towers
7 days are like 7 years, I’ve been lost
In the fortress of debris and dust
The door is open, my heart is always home
For me your love is a dead corn in a loam
I can’t even write or sing a love song
The taste of you hangs on my minds tongue
I’ll fight to take our love from the talons of the vulture
Agwaracha must return, it’s just culture
I hope this doesn’t fan your ears
Come back lest I drown in my tears

The words of a heart-broken