Sometimes my moyo feels pain,
And I try to hide it away.
And sometimes my moyo is made of glass,
And with one touch you'll brake me into a million little pieces.
Sometimes my moyo is made of stone,
And it becomes untouchable and shows no emotions.
Sometimes my moyo is hot,
And the upendo for wewe becomes unbareitable.
Sometimes my moyo is cold,
It's cold because it's been broken to many times and is hurt.
My moyo can be,
In pain,
Made of Glass,
Made of Stone,
Hot and Cold.
But always know that I will upendo wewe forever....
My love..
Even if this is the last time I will see your face.
I upendo you.
So upendo me,
And hold me.
And rap me up
And breath me.
Because with out you,
i'm nothing....
So upendo me until wewe can't
upendo me to make me smile..
Just give me this one last wish.
Just me with all your heart
upendo me till my moyo stops.
Because I upendo you..
Fierce & Love
Mallory McDonald
And I try to hide it away.
And sometimes my moyo is made of glass,
And with one touch you'll brake me into a million little pieces.
Sometimes my moyo is made of stone,
And it becomes untouchable and shows no emotions.
Sometimes my moyo is hot,
And the upendo for wewe becomes unbareitable.
Sometimes my moyo is cold,
It's cold because it's been broken to many times and is hurt.
My moyo can be,
In pain,
Made of Glass,
Made of Stone,
Hot and Cold.
But always know that I will upendo wewe forever....
My love..
Even if this is the last time I will see your face.
I upendo you.
So upendo me,
And hold me.
And rap me up
And breath me.
Because with out you,
i'm nothing....
So upendo me until wewe can't
upendo me to make me smile..
Just give me this one last wish.
Just me with all your heart
upendo me till my moyo stops.
Because I upendo you..
Fierce & Love
Mallory McDonald
Mourning souls of the disappearing
Slowly thoughts fill my mind
As my end seems to be nearing
I knew this siku would come someday
But why right here and now?
And leaving soon, to my dismay
As tears streak down my face
I finally whisper good-bye
As i feel like a rose, clocked in black lace
As I tried to cover my depression
In which I truly lacked
It's very hard to break
Something that has already been cracked
As if my sadness came alive
I still have zaidi to dread
They always alisema "Time will heal all wounds"
But what if I'm already dead
Slowly thoughts fill my mind
As my end seems to be nearing
I knew this siku would come someday
But why right here and now?
And leaving soon, to my dismay
As tears streak down my face
I finally whisper good-bye
As i feel like a rose, clocked in black lace
As I tried to cover my depression
In which I truly lacked
It's very hard to break
Something that has already been cracked
As if my sadness came alive
I still have zaidi to dread
They always alisema "Time will heal all wounds"
But what if I'm already dead