I would say fall down like
the tributaries you have been
leading to flow down my
Cheeks. Be on the banks like
My make-up, be ruined on a
Good-day. Soak in wet as my
pillow, take stabs and lose your
Feathers.
But I'm scared of you, so I'll just
Hope you become better, because
even if I leave, I don't know how
Long I'm gonna live. I just hope
Nobody else falls for you, but who
can resist such lethal charm.
I hope God hears my prayers.
©asande.k
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