Falling by Rozalliny Munemo

By Mgcini Nyoni -


Today I was on my way
when you met me halfway
and took me the rest of the way
leading the way
to one of my best days
who knew today would be my day
you opened the door
apologized for the messy floor
but I didn’t mind because you were by my side
you talked, I listened
you smiled, I blushed
you moved, I moved
just kiss me already

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tendai said…
that is a great piece of work,anyway am not surprised because valentines day is just a few hours from now.
February 13, 2012 at 10:04 AM
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