Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
If you find true love, be happy and savor it,and friends, for the life of me, never lose them
She loves me, she loves me not...
The beautiful, real and strong me needs no introduction,
It’s a self of me that I can never hide,
But I am human, just like you I also search for a semblance of perfection,
Though it seems that the warmth of true love I shall never find.
She’s timid yes… quiet too,
Like a lone flower planted upon shallow ground,
But I know she’ll come around maybe soon,
And then I’ll no longer walk among the lonesome crowd.
So give me a date and time,
that I may show the real me,
For we can’t feign true love, especially when were only beginning,
I’m practically on one bended knee,
But when all is said and done, to your essence I’ll still remain clinging.
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No Sugar in my father's house only the gathers brought in by the wind in the willows. As performed in Kimathi on that wistful Wednesday
I did it now... another play by the lone puppeteer
A sequel and probably awesome culmination to Evans Wambugu's guest post "What Would you Do on your last day" // " The transgressions of Innocence"