As the new year hovers, your heart darkens and your mind retreats into a place called the past
Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
I guess this is what happens when a village dwarf meets a socialite
Even after my words, and longing and theatrics... she said No... By Lilian Cherotich Misoy.
You hold my hand and I snatch it away and with the gesture I remember we've been here before.
I'm in a stage where I'm writing melodramatic romantic stuff. Be careful u might catch feelings
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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