We were young, never seemed to spoke a word or sentence
Looking at me thinking I would never make sense but there was something you see, not from the outside
But inside, you see a different side of me
My youth, my personality, and my beauty
I look at him I see his charm, intelligence, and excellence
We became two individuals
Finding ourselves in other people
We didn't see it
We became us
Us into one in our home
Making love in the bedroom floor
Just us
Us living
Living our lives
Though we lost our love
We still remain
Can you imagine us?
I have thought a lot about us
Don't forget about us
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Gladys W. Muturi
Hello, My name is Gladys W. Muturi. I am an Actress, Writer, Filmmaker, Producer, and Mother of 1.
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