Late nights your little fingers,
Massage your phone's screen,
Typing me, those sweet texts,
In dark times, my soul lingers,
Disturbed, where have I been,
When sea waves, took depths,
You're a world on my fingers,
You're the best I've ever seen,
You're what my soul, reflects,
Pieces of me died to save you,
And all this, is for loving you.
"All For Loving You"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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