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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Yewande, good job. Siya_! !