Somehow I can't seem to hear you but there's communication.
Somehow my mind is filled with memories accompanied by fantasies.
Somehow my being is propelled to activity by the zest of love's reality.
Somehow my purpose for being a part of nature is larger than life.
Somehow, somewhere exists the reason that makes all my reasons reasonable.
Somehow you are the ONE.
2 comments:
Gone through some of ur poems, love them especially romantic slaughter. Ure mos def a lover of love. Lol
Thought Provoking.
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