You describe love exactly how you experienced it. See, a father is a girl’s first love so here’s to all the girls whose fathers broke
Tonight, was his first time, In all the years,tonight he hit me, Tonight he raised his hand on me, He left a mark seen and
Nimeubeba wangu gunia Nishachoka na za dunia Kamwe sitakuvumilia Kisirani za kushoto kulia Nimechoka kujishikilia Penzi lako limekuwa bandia. Jumapili tulifunga ndoa Kwa wazazi ukaniondoa
Good morning my morning star It’s long since I felt your scars And more from the last kiss And so this morning I grant you
I have never seen love without hate It’s just like rain water without dust particles Or spring water pure of minerals I would be a
I woke up that morning scared Rushing through a silent park Stepping on dead purple flowers The sun’s rays were covered in gray skies So
His words grew less by the night, But I could see the questions through his eyes, Could feel his drive to ask, His eyes fixed
An unVacated house, a forced Vacation he wishes For a Black and white View Now all he See’s are the greys, Pointless is his Reality
What if we turn the story around? What if we realize the need to emphasize on the fact that this is the first Environment a