Mzee
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- Feb 2, 2011
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For we are unable to chart,
In the Language we had,
When I look at You,
And see my pay slip,
In your Eyes,
I feel empty
And sapped.
It is you I accuse,
Because your love is lost,
And you only touch me,
With the tenderness that asks
Where my wallet is.
It is to you dada,
That my pen tears the pad,
For I only see your Love,
Focused on my purse
With your passions
Chasing my bank account.
NB. K
In the Language we had,
When I look at You,
And see my pay slip,
In your Eyes,
I feel empty
And sapped.
It is you I accuse,
Because your love is lost,
And you only touch me,
With the tenderness that asks
Where my wallet is.
It is to you dada,
That my pen tears the pad,
For I only see your Love,
Focused on my purse
With your passions
Chasing my bank account.
NB. K