I don’t understand why I had to meet you… I just don’t understand why, of all girls, I had to fall for you. Till now, as I sit close to the ukuta with eyes brimming with tears, I hate that moment I caught your eyes. Sharp like an eagle’s stare, wewe pierced me and settled salama in my heart.
Funny, it is I blame you, when I know it’s my fault, like wewe said, to have fallen for you. ‘What would I do, if wewe loved me?’ wewe alisema on a fine evening when the sun started slowly to slip beneath the horizon.
wewe made a mistake too… If I knew how to love, it’d be because of you. It’s true that I saw my own self, when I looked into your eyes… And when I tried to reach for you, I found my own moyo hidden within you.
‘I’ve had enough; don’t ever try to come behind me,’ wewe alisema walking away. And as wewe walked toward the setting sun, I found my life darken slowly, ever slowly. How can anyone ever live without his own heart, his own soul? How would wewe feel when your own shadow was restrained from following you?
As she walked away from me, I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. I bowed my head and fell down to my knees, as my moyo fell on the ground and shattered into pieces.
Still, wewe were walking away from me, not casting a single glance back at me, as I melted away under your feet.
Why did wewe have to be so sweet to me? Sweeter than honey, wewe seized me saving me from my ignorance, complex and fear. When wewe were in my arms, I felt nothing but pleasure. As if the entire universe started to spin under my control. As if I am the king of the world.
I long for those memories, baby, when I thought I almost had you. I crave for those moments when wewe smiled at me every time wewe saw me. I knew I owned you, and I felt like a Victorious king. I knew I had you, the most valuable possession; I was ready to give up anything – my breath, my life, my soul, my heart.
And now there wewe were, walking away, taking away all the life left in me. I was wrong, wasn’t I? wewe are my life, my breath, my soul, my heart, and losing wewe would mean losing everything.
And now I sit against the wall, my head buried within my legs wondering why I had to meet you, of all!
Funny, it is I blame you, when I know it’s my fault, like wewe said, to have fallen for you. ‘What would I do, if wewe loved me?’ wewe alisema on a fine evening when the sun started slowly to slip beneath the horizon.
wewe made a mistake too… If I knew how to love, it’d be because of you. It’s true that I saw my own self, when I looked into your eyes… And when I tried to reach for you, I found my own moyo hidden within you.
‘I’ve had enough; don’t ever try to come behind me,’ wewe alisema walking away. And as wewe walked toward the setting sun, I found my life darken slowly, ever slowly. How can anyone ever live without his own heart, his own soul? How would wewe feel when your own shadow was restrained from following you?
As she walked away from me, I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. I bowed my head and fell down to my knees, as my moyo fell on the ground and shattered into pieces.
Still, wewe were walking away from me, not casting a single glance back at me, as I melted away under your feet.
Why did wewe have to be so sweet to me? Sweeter than honey, wewe seized me saving me from my ignorance, complex and fear. When wewe were in my arms, I felt nothing but pleasure. As if the entire universe started to spin under my control. As if I am the king of the world.
I long for those memories, baby, when I thought I almost had you. I crave for those moments when wewe smiled at me every time wewe saw me. I knew I owned you, and I felt like a Victorious king. I knew I had you, the most valuable possession; I was ready to give up anything – my breath, my life, my soul, my heart.
And now there wewe were, walking away, taking away all the life left in me. I was wrong, wasn’t I? wewe are my life, my breath, my soul, my heart, and losing wewe would mean losing everything.
And now I sit against the wall, my head buried within my legs wondering why I had to meet you, of all!