Guindo Mamadou

(New York, NY)

You

The more you hurt me, the more I love you.
My heart is so tiny,
There is no space for hatred.
When you slash up the pipes,
Only the colorless fluid flows free.
When my mind sees you,
Down on me happiness flows.
As love comes into my mind,
Tears travel through the tense tiny tunnels.

[Report Error]