The sun is so far from the moon
And yet they team up for an eclipse
Every now and then. May not be soon
But eventually i shall counter this relapse.
There are no formulae for natural elements,
There are no tangible measurements for sentiments.
Ill-composed words are not improved by eloquence
This lonesomeness seems to have definite permanence.
Prospects of catering for another heart
Send whiffs of the freshest of air.
Angels fan around to fan my withered heart
So I should believe the time is near
Sometimes I dash to think am cornered,
Still in the belly of the beast to be spit
Out when it is time to regain my honour
You are what I will never have if I decide to quit
We may not be as close as hips
And fingertips but we once were.
We used to meet up at the lips,
Oh the love we’d both swear.
About Me
- The Alpine Club
- Born to fulfill a undisclosed destiny and not complaining about it because as life happens so is the secret divulged. To me life happens in colourful pictures that I paint with beautiful words. Most of the things I know are self-taught: that goes to show how greatly God has purposed for me to be knowledgeable under whatsoever circumstance. There is so much negative that has occurred in my life, but I have chosen not to dwell on it as is both degenerating and exorbitantly fruitless. I'm surrounded with friends whose humour would survive the iceberg if humour was the Titanic. I am BLESSED
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