Khartoum heartbreak pre 3

I lost the game a while back in Khartoum
I broke the law of love a while back in Khartoum
I lost the role of courage a while back in Khartoum
I discovered the evil side of me a while back in Khartoum

Tell me......
Dear Khartoum
could you ever forgive me?
I a stranger, thinking I could get closer...to your touch

Tell me
Would you accept me/
or would you send the enemies for me
would you send talk and spatter and wrong eyes
would you let the heat attack and the dirt combat
all my tries
would you insult me
like i insulted you

or would you forgive me and change me
and offer me



a freetime balcony osmehwere in your middle streets bending on your alley ways
one of the cold days of winter
would you lend me the night as it crawls overmy temper and makes me a better woman
would you let it sink in the stars beating the sky navy the moon travelling distance into my heart the street lights colouring my portrait of tonight
the traffic is still expet for random hearts like me
my job is to remember this poem it would be


could you ever give me one of your land space to dream?
or for my dreams to come real?
Dear Khartoum
I have always fought foryou here
it might not be much and I know it is not what you need
....
but dear Khartoum
I wish you would offer me

a piece of your nature
a part of your success
a piece of your insulation
and a part of my mind
please
give me a part of my mind back

I applaude you for your living strength
I aplaude you for wisdom even though you are far away from the boundaires of regulations

this is why I love you
lack of regulation
lac of speculation

that I could ever be......unhappy

but
only if you open the blacony I o desire
only if you could open the balcony into my heart
and close the balcony of my creeping nightmares

please God
I beg you to help me and saveme from who i have become