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yewande adedokun

(19th may 1990 / owo, ondo state)

In The Walls of Your Heart


The lonely scream made, I hear myself clear
The finger print made on the walls of your heart, I hope it does not erase with time
please do not measure my worth with time
for my life as known for a while now that promises are not made with time but with hope
freely I leave my blood to ooze from your heart
whatever you do, do not freeze it, or else I die with you
If I do, who will tell our story?
The memories in your heart varies from mine, but it is now mine unconsciously as I breath consciously from the living waters of your heart
I pray with you this day as I stand against the walls of your heart with ink stains of life and growth
Till the day mine might fade, give me a chance to write in the walls of your heart.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Edited: Saturday, November 24, 2012
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