She writes her text
Full of love
To her lover
Few emoji to be catalyst to her heavenly love text
Wish she saw her man then

On his 14th cup
He held the baldy girl as trophy
Never to answerr the text
"Goodnight i love you, am sick"he replied

Hey
We will grow old
Little things we saw odd
Will be our sorce of happiness
Time holding us on harness

We will wish to be young again
To escape the pain
Just like rain
Never to go back again

Am home
Ts 2002
Kibaki just got elected
Few cry out of not getting moi milk anymore
Here am
7 year old kid

I only wanted my belly full
A ronaldo haircut
And a praise from my crush

Beeer glasses clicks
Mouse clicks
Her previous night click
She clicks

"That was just an one night stand"
Mind bellows
But her heart blows
Strokes tickled her heart
Maybe she never knew hearts get stolen in bed

Slowwwwwwly the music became too intimate
Life became too intimidating
Few love songs
Load of sad songs

They never had a straight playlist
Parallel as their relationship
But time made them miss each other
They now reminisce with memories; time was up

wine glass on the table
life on display
love on play
few knowing the game

most strolling home with no hope
maybe we were meant to live and die

she walks home
aint home
just few hoods and my odour in the hood
she missed her home
she believed i was her home

few sips on her syrup wine
she calls me
"do you believe in love"
drunk me
yet to reply

maybe i do believe on weekends
yet to master love on weekdays