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Willobi Kome Apr 2018
Seated on a chair coupled with a table
Wanna write something about you
But nothing does comes through

I'm confused
Could it be we're no more fused
Or our bond has been loosed
Am trying to find you
But you're no where close

I only see foes

How could I have known
That you'll turn out to be this cold
Even though I was never told
I still couldn't  decode
That there ain't gonna be a yold

Seems our memories have been stolen
My heart is broken
I can't help but open up

Even when you said it was over
You weren't sober
At times I solemnly wonder
If we're really lovers

But I hope you see this and reconsider

— The End —