Broken Promises
She held the broken pieces of herself Crying over the mess she had made
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She held the broken pieces of herself Crying over the mess she had made
Brightly coloured petals, scattered on the lush ground,
When the distance between us widens, When the clock starts ticking backwards,
They said I'm pedantic Better case compared to didantic
Some things are fun the first time you do it Not so much the next.
In loving memory Ben Oyuoka, Fare thee well darling.
I am a wonderful creature, Every time coming in a different feature...
In this numbing cold I stand comforted by this corner, Hell must be grinning swearing they better than this loner,
Everyday breaks with a dawn That crawls leisurely into a radiant yeender
Tribute to the late Joseph Nkaissery... It has been two days since i took a rest,
One day will come When the sun will set on you
Down the road under the Mugumo Where pines whisper lullabies to the raging river,