I have to suppress my heart, Till the pain fills my mind, My lungs frozen in time, I suffocate the memories, To patrol my thoughts, I take life from my dreams, My own hands at fault, I stab, I cut, I bleed. I silence cries of mercy, Murdering the old me.
I rather be bitter than sweet. The less I attract~ The fewer bites and stings.
Africa is home~ The soil is in our bones~ The drum our heartbeat. Our bodies moved across oceans~ Our souls brought the land with us.
1. I sit in silence, The loneliness fills my mind~ With melancholy. 2. Running from my fears~ I tried to outrun myself, Scared of emotions. 3. When the heart’s in pain~ The connection with the brain~ Is clouded with confusion.
Your love is a breath~ Of fresh cut rosemary stems~ Wrapped and labeled hope. Inspired by the song Bale Washintu by GiGi. Every time I listen to this song I remember a fresh love untarnished by doubt and fear. https://youtu.be/dO5lD7R8adc
No matter the distance. I always find myself comparing the others to our friendship.
I become easily attached to the idea of you loving me, Even artificially, The idea of we, The fantasy of family. Can it be? Can we paint the world green?