Love came knocking

Love showed up through the 

crack squatted in the chambers of my fragmented 

heart fed milk honey tender loving care it 

grew demanded freedom space threw 

tantrum denied bit the hand that fed it 

made a run for it no Christmas cards 

birthday wishes never to be heard 


     Thought Love came knocking 

          I was wrong

Battle scar a little deeper raw

heart barricaded on strike

     i was wrong


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on August 17, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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