Shazza, Shazza always hungry be it day or night
She sneaks into the kitchen right after her mom...

It seems as if
she could read my mind...

For days I've kept myself in silence
I wonder if you miss my absence...

I'm glad that we finally meet again
you've change, but you're still the same...

I didn't get to hear
What I wanted to hear...

Eyes opened through the sleepless night
with thoughts of you crossed my mind as i write...

Do you need some rest?
to rip all the troubles off your chest...

S oso, a poet with a flair for rhematic flows
O' heaven above she's like an angel that glows...

I tried to look at the pictures of you
without being seen...

Sitting there on the dark blue couch
she looks lovely wearing her plain black scarf...

Late at night
I've been listening...

Strip me of my color,
and no longer will I be judged...