He bids to hear my voice every single day He’d call before the cock’s crow, before he says his prayers at night, and between We’re at a distance but he feels every fiber of his body longing for me What do I do in return? I ignore his calls when I’m in someone else’s arms…
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Dauda 💔
Is it weird that he’s not the man he used to be? Is he aware he’s drifting off the tracks? And becoming everything he’s preached against Out of the frustration of emptiness; The lack of company He found a new vice A new detestable habit Long lulling in his subconsciousness Waiting to take the light…
