I Have Been Thinking About You

40 days, 40 lies you told,
Sowing things, we might not have to reap love from this.

Lately I have been thinking,
Why was it me that was naked,
Why wasn't it you that kissed me,
How come you never told me you love me?

Maybe I wasn't a question,
You have been on my mind,
I told you I will make it up to you,
But that was minutes before my hangover,
And now your smile is unlike.

You pull stunts in my head,
You know I deserve some love,
And I haven't been sleeping in my city often,
And we might not reap anything from this love,
Yet the weekend spends its dawn on our hotel room window.

Yelling into the air, the birds,
Across the towers,
Our melanin is pure,
You are core. I am yours.

But that was the last time we had a call.