Olúwafèyíṣarámi

The seasons for conversations Av long wanned. The beauty of friendship now sour And the intelligence of shared words Diffused to tears. U've changed Or maybe i live in a fool's world Unstable, u keep blowing hot and cold A clear indicator of the falsehood of our four years Your dream, my reality? both av become one broken twist. And its too late to wish Too late to gather even the crumbs left for dogs. Too far gone to seduce a lie Too far a memory to conjure. And yet all d inbetweeners remain... it is all gone; over; dead As whispers in the wind.

I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; Taste defines a kiss. Your buds respond to each kiss As a reflection of the depth anticipated Ever before the first intimate encounter. I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; They always have a story to tell; Every kiss means something Some just mean more than others.