I get bored with one word conversations .. when I...
conversation is create...

I didn't have to write
or say what is right...

It is late,
too late for me to close my eyes and sleep...

It is late,
too late for me to close my eyes and sleep...

I dream of her,
the very precious beauty I once held in my arms...

I would write of African
not as a continent...

Since my birth, I have known not life,
and with every single inhalation...

I have become your late night News,
with every gossip you float in the air...

The darkness had taken her soul,
for every provoking thought she brought...

I saw the pain in her
and my heart limped...

I saw the pain in her
and my heart limped...

Her whispers,
like midnight winds...