Broken pieces put together to form an unstable whole...yeah that's me!
Love…Eating Away at Me.
Love tears away at my heart and it leaves it bloody and rawIt knocks at my door but there’s a shotgun waiting behind that rickety door.Too often has it opened but never has it stayed shut.
Oh Ghana, how many times must I write of thee?Apparently, not enough.
DEAR DARK SUBURB, TREAD CAREFULLY!
I have been meaning to write this piece for a while now but it seems Prophet Daniel Larbi forced my hand. I missed my…