The silent walls will apprise my story,
Only they comprehend what I'm going through,
Everybody got their backs facing me,
Nobody to conversate with,
I'm not happy...
I haven't been for quite a while but you wouldn't know,
You flipped on me like a quarter,
Right after I made you listen to Kota.
I know I said I'm not happy but I'm not sappy either,
You kept questioning my morality,
Yet from time to time i came face to face with you iniquity,
You messed up my tranquillity,
With nobody to fill the void in my heart,
So many bridges have collapsed,
So many promises have been broken.
So many promises have been broken.
Now my loyalty comes with question.
Getting use to the feeling of loneliness that seems to lead me to emptiness.
Emptiness.
That's the one feeling you've constantly never failed to let me experience through you.
The sudden drift changed my name from BOO to your piece of number two.
Nothing is perfect, though the world runs after the type of perfection that is nonexistent. That's what you required of me and all I wanted was your simplicity.
Co-writer: MweliTee
The last piece from the "This is not a poem" trilogy stay tuned family 🔥🔥💯💯
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Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
