More venting,than poetry...

I never thought the days
all my friends would...

There comes a time
when regret fills the mind...

I often scribble your
name on paper...

I stare at the
keyboard...

Someday's life flows
as free as my curls...

We flirted
yesterday...

Its here,
there,everywhere...

I often feel like
I can't read her...

More venting,less poetry...

If I was to,
take off all my...

My Pikin is light,
with curiosity...