Just below my shoulder, she reaches,
In a trendy top, slightly tight jeans,
She moves close to me… She sits…
She gazes the room,

Her fingers bounce on the keyboard,
Is she writing to me?

Busy like a bee for a couple of minutes,
She walks out… nothing… not even a wink…
Only her back I see…
~Written by Jared Ombui

There is no Sunshine; I feel you are fine,
How was your night?
Long you out of sight.
Your voice is a painkiller, but does not heal,
Three days gone, when will I see you?
~Written by Jared Ombui

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