Black Love.
3:30 at night I revisit all our quarrels and soft smells! Onboard a glass of cognac! I know, my hypocritical look was tempted by your delicious goddess curves. I was convinced that it was for life! Yes! smile and morning perfume on your lips, put us in a good mood! And all I hear is your pale voice resonating! Your hate is so nourishing! Your so growing sorrow! Our childish glances were delaying growing up in the face of cupid’s complications! Deception and lies swim in the end! The eyes paused on your face I felt your iris drowning in the stars! Now your pupils struggle to dilate, and your iris turn white at the sound of my eyes! I can barely watch my dreams! Tired of seeing that mocking smile fade away at the sound of my presence! It’s the end yeah! I stole your innocence, spit on your privacy! You broke my pink tulip, you stole my sweetness! Our long hours of lying to ourselves are over! At the dawn of fictional love! Are we really loved?
Bamouin Sinzé
