Efah

For some things all hope is lost, as it should be.

Coffee heals, nothing you can tell me.

Saving a picture everytime just to turn it to black and white.

I wrote a hundred letters just for you. And I shred them all just for me.

I want to read you all my poems, that's how much I love you.

To love him, you have to be him.

Grace, can you swear on this star that you'd love me forever?

If I'm ever gon' fall in love, I know it's gon' be you.

I just want a December that I can write freely in the cold harmattan breeze. Socks, sweater, coffee, pen and all.

A little bit of me in all my songs, all my poems, all my words. A little bit of you in all my lyrics, all my stanzas, all my letters. A little bit of you in me, always in me.

Heartbreak under the star-less night sky.

She thought it was over. But she can't deny it. Deep down, something breaks deep down, anytime she hears his name.

Another November where she does not exist.

Yet another November without you.

I've learnt that you can never promise forever.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾(𝖽) 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉?