YOUNG

I thought my tears would make you love me again,I thought my tears would fall on the roots of our loveand nourish it like rain.I thought my tears would pierce your heart,and help us to make a brand new start.
I thought my tears would make you feel my anguish and pain,and draw you back into my arms again.I thought my tears would flow with yoursand create for us a pool of love.I thought my tears were heavenly showerswith magical healing powers.A trickling sent from the heavens above,That would fill our hearts with joy and love.
From Healing Rain: Heartbreak Poems, Break-Up Poems and Sad Love Poems By Injete Chesoni. So refreshing to hear from Njeri on the discourse that occurs online, and elsewhere amongst young Africans regarding love and relationships. A perspective not often included in our dialogue, and there is much insights we gain from these blogs and forums, a great wealth of information for us to benefit from in health and social development.Two years ago,We met at the mall,Sized each other upNeither of us was ready to approach the other.Finally he gave inNames and numbers were exchangedPlaces of work and residences discussedAs we got to know each other better.We sized each other up