I once had a diary of a King
Where I wrote the weirdest of things
Like how the pouring rain at night
Is so intense with no one to see
Just like waves of emotions in my heart
With no words to say how I feel
But a careless hand with a curious heart
Sought after my tearless words
Perhaps it’s because she loved to read
So she could not ignore my written deeds
And after diving into my sea of fright
She told me she saw me in a new light
I observed her as she was changing
And she left a tale that was very telling
She grew a love for me that was strange
But I know what’s constant will not change
Hers was the kind of heartache bleed
That was not of an official pair
But the silent damage that it did
No one else could repair
So I let the pen wreathe
So that the bearer can breathe

KJ ✍🏾 🇰🇪