Like the crows of the morning cry
The silent whispers of the moonlight
The worst nightmare in ages
When snow poured a judgment of slogans
Of secrets untold, an uncanny piece
The very least of unpleasant dreams
Beyond vivid imaginations
An unsung act of betrayal
Treacherous, undeserving meted crucifixion
A bombshell of a fairytale
Caught me unawares, right below the belt
I wished I erred much like Crixus
You tore the curtains, you never let it fall
Brought cold shivers of a desert storm
Wished we curtailed the firework
A battle thought won, long but lost
Beyond feats we could pursue
I heard the sound of the drumbeats
And the tune was loud beyond smiles
But totally lost to the delights
We both knew the tables were but turned
Mere ordinary ghosts of a crippled love
Undaunted, our cravings for an Eldorado
Where the sound of the music is so loud
Just like the pulses of your heartbeats
Subverted, like a common thief in the jungle of lust
Stripped of innocence, but a mere charade of scorns
To portray how much I deserved to be unloved
Let no more cry measure the miles
As I closed my eyes and wish for the blue skies
Where the clouds would cover up my many sins
Of ages, of pages, left unwritten
Now let no one bear no grudges
Cos my wings are made of innocent feathers
Fly into the sky, soar lilybird
Love will always bring you back to me
Or time will take you away from me
Still love you always and forever#DANIELLAOKEKE
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