(written on the 30th of mar., 2015)
i saw that boy walking home on his own
teardrops was as much as the rainfall that day
i had my coffee looking through the windows
things went black and white like a filmstrip
the other day i saw him doing the same thing
wondering if there was a way to stop this
air which i breathed out blurring my sight
hand reached out to the handle but held back
i wanted to say
‘hey, you’ve missed the sun for days
dark clouds hover over you
see i’m without romance stories
still live a good life
you should know that you still have me’
one time he found a pair of black eyes
staring at him like vultures looking at preys
instead of cowarding away, he took the glance
i got my curtains on and he banged on the door
i wanted to say
‘hey, you’ve missed the sun for days
dark clouds hover over you
see i’m without romance stories
still live a good life
you should know that you still have me’
we could like this
his dad never noticed me
though all the villagers knew
his mama was in the ground
i could be a better wife
that a boy needed in his life
i wanted to say
‘hey, you’ve missed the sun for days
dark clouds hover over you
see i’m without romance stories
still live a good life
you should know that you still have me’