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Walking alone, On the dusty face of the Earth, Lost deep in thoughts, Trying to fathom why I am the way I am, Wanting to know why I feel this way,
By Poetfric4 years ago in Poets
So many things are hard to do, But letting go of the person you dearly want to hold onto is tougher, Acting like you really do not care when in essence you are scouring inside,
Maybe it is time, Time to tell you about my story of love, Our story, Maybe I should tell you about him, about us, Him that touches my blouse like a page he wants to turn,
When you are 14. Love is a girl you don't talk to, Just a girl you stare at and on a lucky day, she stares back. When you are 16.
I think family is the beginning of being in a box. I think parents raise you in a box, And life out there expects you to think out of the box without forgetting what you learnt while you were in a box.
The men in my life are grey. They are dark walking clouds tempting to rain. My uncle is the man who quit smoking and ended up in the hands of a woman who smoked his life.
As a man walking to work, Using a matatu to get to work, Taking a cab sometimes to get to work, This city has taught me how to protect myself from itself,
A home is created by people, By photos on a wall, By smelling what the Rock is cooking, That is, if life has made your mama wrestle too much,
After years and years of being a grown-up and not knowing how to... do it. You know, like... do it. I decided it was time for me to... do it.
This is not the first time I’ll talk about the first time I saw you. But really, the first time I saw you, I just wanted to run to you and pour my name into your hands.
When I say I love you, It means, A part of me breaks when you break. It means, I find myself on the ground when you fall.
