Hi Beautiful,
You are like a cold bath after a long day in the sun…
Category: Poems
Lanre
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
The name of the game is give and take
You give that you may be given
And you are given so that you may give
We stand by the docks, our emotions in letters
They float in little wooden boats, pushed by the winds of our affection
For in the deep corners of our hearts, rests the hidden mail box
Out of the reach of society
Where eyes can’t see, nor hands touch
…The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against mine…and get caught in the act…
And we’ll always be here, waiting to tell your stories, Your humble wordsmiths
One day, when the glory comes, it’ll be ours…
But I’d rather not hear from you, how you’ve loved me since we were two
Fall on your knees Ye offspring of Jezebel Your feet have led your heart to ruin As your fingers played a tune of doom Know ye not that haughty hearts Attract all but things that edify Have you not heard…
I sat and listened as the preacher taught us: The beginning of freedom is death And the limitation of man is life Life is a cage and death is freedom For the immortal to be born he must…
