I've imagined different versions of you, searching for the mystery behind your essence. But imagination is a world unbound by reality. You were the first to make a dream of mine come true—just by being yourself. I'd read you every day, even as books gathered dust on my shelf. Beauty and pain are two sides of the same coin, Which is why I never judge a book by its cover—though sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe the character arc is just too captivating, And I want to be a part of it. Today, you were a safe space, Welcoming, Everything I hoped you'd be from the outside. Layers began to peel, Revealing more of the real you. I'd love to create memories with you, For memories define us, And I want ours to be honest, Truthful. Your energy and cadence command respect. Yet your body language remains a tough read. This run is going to need a long stretch.
Put my heart on my sleeves I bleed For love, lust and greed Emotions are endless Priceless and timeless When you believe But the mutuality being duality makes me understand, that doubt is a cloud that covers Like leaves Cells work together to form body tissue But when men come to work together Ideology becomes an issue It's not a thing of ego and pride It's a thing of letting emotions decide Self worth becomes a road block When people fail to put their valuation aside I think Africa when I see a story, telling the story of a divide. The fact that we elect people who widen the gap, rather than arrest the slump A continent blessed with priceless jewels,gradually becoming the barren lands dump Looking at Barren land and applauding their advancement, wanting to leave our treasures behind, Because inevitably those who lead have sold our lands and valuables to the barren lands, which has left us left behind. I have more to say but I'd stop here now. The gold tha...