I think of you a lot daughter of Mumbi
Especially when I’m trying not to
And when I want to think of you
I don’t think I think of you enough
You told me what haunts you to death
And I couldn’t help but admire you more
Your treacherous yet mesmerizing eyes
Will always be the perfect epitomy
Of a beautiful tapestry of webbed lies
The fact that I am still in love you
Has absolutely nothing to do with you
I realized that you never forced me to
Because I knew exactly who you were
Even before your story with me begun
I knew that I was all alone in this
And I still didn’t mind winging it
I will heal all your hurting wounds
But with a soft towel and hot salt water
Because if love ever has to be earned
Then it ceases to even be called love
I guess that will always be the mystery
Whose cost has no beginning and no ending
Some sacrifices remain nameless
KJ āš¾š°šŖ

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