There are a million dreams being dreamt tonight,
There are a million memories being thought of tonight. But somehow, this one feels like it just might happen to me.
You walk through the door, with your bags at your feet, you hold perfectly wrapped lilac, and tell me all the sweet words that made me fall in love with you from the beginning.
There are a million dreams being dreamt tonight,
There are a million wishes being made tonight. But somehow, this one feels like it just might happen to me.
I never lost the baby that tore us apart, your mother never blamed me for our love failing, we never were numbed by the problems we faced.
There are a million dreams being dreamt tonight.
There are a million memories being made tonight,
I sit at the bar, drinking the fifth bottle of vodka, alone.
“Some company wouldn’t kill”, I mutter aloud. The low rumbling that would accompany these next words “hey, Beautiful”, indicates a male presence. The wish did happen… Happen to me.
Monaleesaah is a black skinny writer and singer, who can be a substitute therapist, and can be baited and thus kidnapped with pounded yam.
P.s she loves, white, black and grey
