Disguised difficulty In the forgotten difficulties of our barren lands Tears will flow in front of our rough hands Our special smiles will diminish into chaotic wrinkles Our hearts will be eclipsed And no one will know how to stand for our endangered affection. Despair will surround our tender kisses The doors will shut before our chained destiny And as the hounds roam in the grim of our tangible darkness I will choose to listen to the shape of your rib Because it knows the warmth of my flesh Where it came from But was glad to be attached next to the throb of your soul. Let's hold our hands Close the pupils of our eyes As we get lost in the difficulty Knowing that the waterfalls will approve of our candle light Having our names beside the heavy key to unlock who we are. Penchant Kibet BastardMe