Somehow in all the passion and emotions I’ve lost myself. I’ve altered my values and change my plans.. for you… I’ve dragged the hand of time, waiting, slowly ticking for you to make up your mind.
Somehow in all the images you have painted for me, I’ve forgotten what I really should look like. The mirror is blurred and won’t reflect my face, it shows me yours.
Somewhere between when you said you loved me and when I fell for you, I died… Cause this woman I am is the skeleton of who I was.
I want to dream baby without been scared of wanting too much, I want to draw in life without feeling guilty about leaving you behind. I want to fly, without the chain and tethers you hold me with.
Please lover let me fly.
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