Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
the wall
a soul of beauty
lerks hiding behind
that wall of angry cool.
sometimes I see over to
that big vulerable heart
within my fingertips
but never quite touching.
when she falls she falls hard
gotta keep the dam up
so the water won't overflow.
her waters of love runs
deeper than Grand canyon valley
oh how the delicate heart bruises.
the wall's there for a reason
stain
Bronze skin beauty
looks at me
she doesn't know
that I can see
the stuff she whispers
the truth remains
they're all white lies
with giant stains
Written by Steven Cropper
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