Why do you keep walking
through
my memories,
like one who has earned the right
to be there;
within me.
You are an
uninvited
exquisite
tenderness.
Can’t you hear my heart
whispering,
‘Go away.‘
Why do you keep walking
through
my memories,
like one who has earned the right
to be there;
within me.
You are an
uninvited
exquisite
tenderness.
Can’t you hear my heart
whispering,
‘Go away.‘
liezel graham 