Memoir of a childhood still FLOWS
And I am in between a thin red line, only God KNOWS
I whisper without a voice in the rainy DAYS
I am thinking of us in so many WAYS
Since we were lost, it's been 16years, 3months, 2weeks, 9hours, 37seconds, for all I REMEMBER
But when you finally do, please wake me up in SEPTEMBER
Dear friend, this is a letter to YOU
And a reflection of my heart in BLUE
Tell ZOBEZE LISA I was there when you were BORN
And poetry is the only reason I BURN
FOOTNOTE:
This poem was written
17th April, 2009
At 11:40pm
(Dates are very important to me)
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