He just walked out and the baby has no golden diaper.
The floor is littered with cigarette ashes from yesterday dream.
He just walked out and the tears of a young mother lingers around the house.
The cupboard is not happy with rats.
...
Every now and then
The cold blooded floor cements her dream.
Every now and then
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Just some miles away from my door i see her always
A very beautiful girl with lemon 🍋 skin
She has amazing eyes full of stories
Stories about her voice
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I think when i count the stars at night
I'm counting the numbers of luck i want to hit my destiny
Although a pregnant cloud sits in the sky
And hope is held down by storm
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This place functions on it own
The people outside
Looks at it with different eyes
Logic happens to them
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I used to be scared of blood
Innocent blood that came out of flowers
Innocent blood that stained my fear
I used to be scared of blood
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How do you scream in the midst of fear when love is ruined by excessive reliance
And God hears you scream
But silence produces a wasted effort
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I thought it was a blood incident
And then the weeks of gestation remained unseen
I misspelled it to be the cramping of a germinating plant ☘️
Although i had several weeks of inching feeling
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A Nigerian writer and singer He studied broadcasting at a Media institute and also theater arts at the University of Port Harcourt Nigeria.)
Broken Dream
He just walked out and the baby has no golden diaper.
The floor is littered with cigarette ashes from yesterday dream.
He just walked out and the tears of a young mother lingers around the house.
The cupboard is not happy with rats.
He said the government is unfaithful with his hands yet angels meet with him at heavens gate for supper.
There are more garden to see angels.
He just walked out and the baby is crawling after him.
Suddenly the door is open with the breeze of his demise.
The household is in awe on his broken dream.