Then when I came running to you during the harmattan seeking for shelter
You never even cared to give me a sweater
Not to talk of a pullover
And with that scorning look
Which made me look like a fish on the hook
You turned me down
Making me wander like a ghost down town
Now forward to the present its raining
And you came shivering
And with your past with me you ought to die freezing
But hell NO am going to stop you from weeping
So that you can have a air space for breathing.
"Welcome to my world" and happy viewing
By T-DAK