DESPERATE FOR YOU

This wind is making trees sing,

And then the rain is watering the tune.

I cry,but the rain makes it seem like am not crying,

I have made promises and promised promises,

Yesterday, I was screaming your name,

But the sound of the thunder,over surpassed mine.

This cold am feeling,

It's like am in the Atlantic,

Only your hugs can make me warm,

And then,this fog makes me only see your face,

Yours, is the copyright of beauty.

By:Kenneth Sikuku