I Cry Everyday 2
I CRY EVERYDAY 2
I cry everyday still...in my corner
The type that could only come from a young soul
I am a she with a boy, expecting another baby
What do I do? My man isn't a man
He is a man with no soul of a kind heart
My man is a an actor with no Director
A chameleon with a snake venom
To many
He's a meek and gentle
To the Cell members
He is a pure-hearted leader
To our friends
He's of no fault as a husband
But to me
He is a silent killer with terror up his sleeve
I die within with every seconds of my life
Life to me is nothing but miserable
There are more of those days that I wish...
That I wish I never say YES I DO at the Altar
Even before friends, families and God
God, why would you allow this weeping of mine?
As I narrate my contour sojourn to my friend
With a mirage of finding succor
And with a dream of finding an arm to lean on
I mean someone to cry out loud to...to wipe my tears
She wept for me hysterically ...
There was no stopping her tears
It was tears with no barriers
I took up the toga of wiping her own tears
Tears that are meant for my eyes and cheeks
AST
1.05am
15/04/2015 (Conjure from a true life story).
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