Sat, Dec 21

Sat, Dec 21

Sickened in my soul and body,

Loving those who doesn't love or loves me.

Yeah, Harmattan came with its dryness,

To sap out the greeny of happiness away from me.

I claim immunity to pain,

When I'm carrying fragments of our pasts and broken hearts abreast to my chest.

If it'd make a heartbeat..

(c) Matthew Poesy  Usanga