

In that moment, everything stills, An evening so calm holds a shift, One that will forever haunt us all, But none more than the eleven
See, the thing about betrayal, Wasn’t the hurt that it came with, no. We could hurt anytime, Be broken one too many times, But eventually
Some days were harder than the rest, And it wasn’t because we stopped hoping, Or even fighting for a better tomorrow. They were harder, Because
Dear me, I don’t know what I’d do, If I didn’t have you, really. I’m not sure I’d have come this far, Considering some part
In that state, we were goners, Unsure of what would come next, Unsure of the pain we’d face next, It was like living in a
Seated on the bed, With her head between her knees, Was the girl I used to know. She looked so lost and hurt, And for
Today, her beautiful hair was in an afro, Her beautiful black eyes captivating, And her plump dark lips, Had an allure that got me hooked,
I met a girl, She broke me, End of story. That’s how it should’ve been, How I should’ve told it, The tale of the beautiful
And in that lazy month of June, On the second lonely morning, The sun had refused to shine, It was all dark blue and grey,
In the shadows my pain reigns, Like a motor on the move, The blood in my brain untimely whirrs, My heart speaks of the forbidden,