• kelechichijioke 4w

    Love was never enough in the 60s
    no stitches to braid my wounds
    The hours were too early for happy endings
    I burnt candles to write love notes in huts like dungeons
    It felt like a communion with petrifying scorpions
    My only solace were rhymes of affection
    Diamond rings
    Long term dreams
    Burning kisses

    never was love enough
    no midnight train with the woman of my dreams
    Black and white were the memories