by John Chizoba Vincent
Look behind your smile;
Think of tomorrow in a hurry,
I will watch that tears flow
From your bitter eyes in desperation;
You made the monster in me and
Rip off my golden love.
Honey, do not to be afraid of your fears;
because your fears are not there to scare you,
they are there to let you know that something is worth it.
I will have my way when tomorrow comes.
From:
love
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john chizoba vincent
Last updated May 25, 2016