I cry about how much pain was necessary To grow into who I am today I cry because I wish the world had been gentler
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
They say life in the inside, Kills life in the inside, These prison walls cave me in, I only crave for freedom, All I do
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,
It was not enough that we had spent many waking moments together That we had shared our pains, our heartaches All the moments of respite
What should I tell you? On how your love made me helpless? How you dared my heart? You entered then you disappeared? I was helpless
People call it a disability, a disorder, But others call it witchcraft, I’m not sure what to believe, Or where to stand. For me it’s
Dear self, Does liveliness exist? ‘Cause mine faded away. Desolately my orbs gaze, A knife dangles between my fingers, A smile lingers lopsidedly; A happy
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
I don’t have any problem with you, You made your choice to break up with me, It’s your right to do that, I don’t force