Birds of the air, have nests
Men of women, have houses
But l the son of a woman,
Have dreams
When wandering like a lost
Sheep,
My eyes bumped on you,
But lacked the gists of even
Saying hi or smile to you
Because of fear, that l didn't
Know its genesis
Mom's daughter,
Not last year and not today,
That l've been just emojising
And reacting on your posts
Here on Facebook
But today,
I vow, l'm not an ambulance,
To always say "wow! Wow!"
On your cute photos
Girlie,
Many times you've blue-ticked
Me,
Grey ticked me,
Though l don't know why
But,
Today today today,
Please, don't break my heart,
Don't kill my visions and dreams
Don't burry me please,
In the tunnel of depression
Kissing my pillows daily,
Hugging my pillows daily
Leaving my house like a bird
Daily
Always haunt me when l think of
My unreplied texts in your inbox,
Until l feel like shedding tears
Girlie,
When will my loneliness end?
When will my hunt tactics bore
Fruits?
Girlie,
What if you're my rib?
Please please please please,
I'm seriously in love with you,
And tired of faking
Now that l've met you face to
face,
After a long time of ignoring me,
Just be mine and make me
Yours
For your astute won my heart a
Year ago,
By
Hosea Namachanja
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