My tears may be my perfect companion years to come
Having every details of misrepresentation from my past
Placing signs of curiosity down my throats with deception
Making me leap for joy as though red colors stood for something good
My tears will always have my first kiss when it becomes of age
With pride will I scrabble every bit of my past life leaving nothing untouched
In awe will I stand, withholding nothing I will give strength to my pain as though it seeks to war
My tears will be here tomorrow, wearing a touch of white
Be careful not to let him take love to heart
Offer him dogs if he sees any reason to love
Smiles will be cemented heavily on his cheeks, watch closely with wisdom
He will soon give up the ghost.
My tears will never meet with me
I have always wanted to shape our world with a little bit of pride
But time failed me, one reason I rejected the proposal of odogwu
In me rest a great power of his past, tied closely to my heart.
I breathe with regret and secret on my lips to tell my soul.