love ashes

• Posted by: calvin okune
• Created: April 13, 2016
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she was...

dressed like those in show biz in saintly days of yore,

with an insense of fresh roses more my nose had to implore,

not so dark the skin tone beauty my eyeshad to explore,

shuffled alphabets in my mind down to the lips and got the score,

see her face was like a poster in my mind along its streets,

to my heart she was a foster the roller costa of my dreams,

she was the alpha of my speech,

i spit her name before i speak,

her physique was so out spoken that whe she glide i never blink,

i guess that answers the question why eyes were ever red..

see her view was among the few books that i have written you've never read,

she was an open secret of two many of you saw but never said,

but kept disturbing your little heads questioning if she has ever been laid,well,

veni, vidi, vici i became king and she the queen,

round of aplause and jubillation, every performance i made her sing,

much as i am human i am prone to errors my imperfections did kick in,

and every mood turned to its flip, she kept complaining this waa a fling,

whenever i tried to tame my fears my eyes flooded volumes of tears,

i took pain as a volunteer, a broken heart be the souvenir,

you see, the pain did tuckle my like, night driving without a headlight,

i am skiving becoz i can't fight, and now i am leaving coz just i ain't right,for you

no more lights, camera, action

curtains down via her sanctions,

to the left was my attraction litterally the beyonce version,

now my heart was crashing down and like "BANG!" it broke to pieces,

no more we picture frame no more snap no more pixels,

i so hate the fact that i am sinking going down like mississipi,

trying to pretend that sitishiki,sihangaiki,sibabaiki,

yet i am drowning...

guess i am in love no more,

dimples and smiles not so,

distance in miles or so,

this is the end for sure,

now i am working while i am walking so many voices nobody is talking,

my mind is trying to converse but my heart aint responding,

is it dead or is it fed up from love,or it trying to elope from this pain go find sense of belonging,

i am puzzled..

this is too big of a hurdle and i aint trying no more,

they say time heals, i guess mine kills,

if this is how love feels, i will pass,

i will trade it all for cash,and i will burn it all to ash,

and still keep the fire burning...

see this,this ain't just words i am spitting but this...this are the love ashes.

#mimipoet

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