By: Ebuka Nwachukwu

Level: 1

(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

Loading...

It’s like a dance which starts slow and gradually builds up to a peak

Two strangers do the dance of the dark until both are weak

I love my darling so much yet I don’t remember the name

My sweetheart said a lot of things that I forget after I came

I am with my lover, but I still need a lover

Why I feel more alone now I wonder

I kiss with my eyes wide open to see that this is wrong

But that person grabs my mike and continues the song Continue reading →