ALLOW ME
Allow me call you his teacher, Your love is kind and odourless You warm his body by your whip marks Stretches of sweet love that
HERA
Love is a bad thing In its name people walk through mad and madness In its name men race through dark and darkness With pebbles
ROSETTE
It’s all your fault That fifty girls are on default That all my calendar is halted And all my uncanny behaviour coated. All my actions
ALTERED
My African piece of royalty My beautiful bundle of joy My explicable source of smile Broke my south African space of loyalty. She said her
UNEXPLAINABLE BOND.
If I see him with a bruise, you get a scar! If I see him with a lump,you get a fracture! If I see him
WHAT IF?
What if tomorrow comes? And you fail taking my call And you fake your smiles And talk it all outside What if that day comes?
