The Lost Diary
The Lost Diary
All this while
Had remained still in the rain
Scratching and scouting for my diary
Seeping but stucked in my senses
The lost diary
I left it in her heart
When she blew me a air of kiss
Only to be told she threw it to the
wind
But the wind denied it
Now, my heart is in a wild goose
chase
Waiting for a ship in a airport
My heart is lost and stolen
Am getting gin and din by the day
Where is my diary?
My heart is falling apart
My life is drifting to nowhere
Please, tell Fidelia to return my lost
diary....
Written by Awoh Kingsley
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