*_Why did we drift apart?
So far away yet so close,
Guess am just too toxic
For you
Be true to yourself,
You're drifting far away
From my reach
And you know it
Just so you know,
You're free to move on
With another

"Communication," they say
Is the key
Without communication,
I'd become rotten
It's likened to a pen,
Without you picking it up
And using it
You'd never know
Its full potential,
It might have this ugly,
Displeasing look outwardly
But inner,
It has a fine ink ready,
To be used
To tell a story
One of its kind
To be heard
By both
The Young
And the...