A hell of a journey, so gritty it takes me down memory lane. On this road I made a fortune out of, but I still don’t know what it feels like to genuinely love and be loved back.
So I wake up as my reality slays the fairytales in my dreams, the fantasies we captured, all wiped out into a bleak room enveloped in darkness and to harness this flow now feels like a journey I wouldn’t dare digress into.
So please free me from your shackles and let me take a deep dive into the oceans far off from where your heart lies,
yes! I’ll try to run as far as to where my troubles are more subtle, where my soul eases off with a sense to gratification towards peace, a taste of fresh air, my trip downtown.
Cheers! to new sights and higher heights.
Right there at the dinner table I find myself staring at this thick skin, melanin popping in a Rosy Red Velvet dress, I could not help but fancy her command of authority paraded in a room full of The crème de la crème, with a charming smile that makes you want to sign off on that deal already. Damn! She got me tripping as I was phased out by her beauty into the memories we shared, my reality took me back to why I fell in love with her.
But shame on me, for loving way deeper than the roots of a Quacking Aspen.
How I wish I could switch it off like light bulb, but your cologne compels me into a mystic loom of arrogance, tolerance, range, worst of all, Silence. But, I find solace regardless…
A fool for love they call me, for still sleeping in a room full of toxic gas and false energy.
But I’m way worst than that.
What a shame, because my trip downtown ends right here tripping into this Loom.
Pam Rwang…. (Jaram♠️)
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