Monday, December 4, 2017

MY ROSE, MY THORN PART 1

Tired, tired, I really was tired
Because it was so confusing how emotions are weird
One minute there is light, the other there is darkness
This is worse than PHCN madness

Hold still, let me drive my thoughts so you can comprehend.
My dear reader, love and hate, each other complement,
One takes you to heaven,the other to hell you condescend.
Arabambi was the center of my heart, the love of my life.
Our love was more delicious than pounded yam and egusi soup,
More concrete than cement and sand,
I couldn't help thinking she would be my wife.
Life is a circus and our love made us like a lion,
Jumping through the hoop
We were invincible, unstoppable, we were lord of the rings
We flew, maneuvered through every hoop, shining like blings.
We ignored the flames, choosing to daredevil our way through seeing light in darkness,
For every challenge we found an escape route
like bread and butter,
We complemented each other.
We were like passengers on a sole mission to find another planet.
The way we were drawn to each other, it was stronger than electromagnet.

Everytime we looked at ourselves in the eye, the more we hungered to love each other.
She was the most perfect creation of God to me,
Her qualities shone like a letter of distinction,
It was her and no one else, I need no conviction.
I adored her, and I was her inspiration
but, to everything, I found out there was a limitation.
even roses had thorns, and this my rose was about to grow spikes...

Part 2 is coming out soon!!!

Written by SPARKS.

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