I fancy feeling loved
Yes being called first °°Always
Willingly missing someone's son
But my standards couldn't allow
Me to tap the dial pad
Reach out to my Numero uno
All I resulted
Is blaming and Bashing him
For not seeming caring
More not interested
As if
Love is One Way Rail
For my Ego,
Bigger n better than Kilimanjaro.
My instincts felt apart
My DCI nurture kept inviting
And I would search
Any trails of evils
Just to prove
No man is faithful
And when reality dawned
I had opened the gates
Of Constant insecurities
Because I felt suffocating
In the flooded World of beauty
Each lady blessed with stout Rwandese hills
Ached my soul to the core
It got so cold
On my watch
It felt so off
Under my vigilance
It wrecked the halls
On broad day light
A simple mishap
Grew the great valleys of our rift
Incommunicado crushed our train
For being right felt so satisfying
And Blame games got Lame
It is then that We concluded
We were never made for each other
Folding the Chapters of Nuisance
And chocking sweet-nasty memoirs
A journey jammed by poor communication
And Silence was our ultimate answer
We froze our virgin love
In the Antarctica Bedrocks
Its been years
I miss them
More realize
It was just silly
And It doesn't get right
Unless i can communicate
The Soul, the Mind and Heart
To my Checkmate
©GKatolo2020
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