hey there pianist
play us something please
wipe away those dusty keys
and bring us to our knees

why hum those tunes
when you can play
guide these voices on their way
and show us how its done

i know you miss those wildin' days
when your hands flew up and down
try once more, don't be shy
and stop with that ol' frown

i see your fingers itch and search
when you hear a melody
to replicate that very sound
this is your only remedy

hey there pianist
play us something please.

I love you
Pretty amazing mantra you see
But what does it mean
We all have ideas of what love is
That's  why we create  songs about it
That's why the heart flatters when the one say it to us
Our mind fetching  from it's Databases of ideas of love how it should be
Thinking this is it Love has arrived
But am sorry love Logic gets the best of me most times
The ideas fade on quick
No love is not supposed to hurt like this
Love does not lack a spark like this
Love is not Lust
Love is not this suicidal
So someone please tell me
How does it feel like to love
Let's see if your ideas of it fade quick

The Source is the same.
The Destination is the same.
The Composition is same.
The Requisitions are the same.
The Emotions is same.
The Expressions are the same.
Yet we all Fight ...
What a Shame.  What a Shame.

Eyes a bitter shade of red
Breaths coming in quick and heavy
Throat pains because of our yelling
Emotions drained from this Fights

Logic crying out for someone to cool off
Though some things  shifted now
The staring contest has began
A **** match that involves eyes now

Eyes drifting lower
Foreplay with the touch of our eyes.
Angers metamorphosis to lust.
It begins with you moving towards me
Me pinned up against this wall
Our bodies talking loud
Taking us to a place
So intense it's beyond bliss
Where we don't come out of for a long time.

Now we lay here in these sheets
Cuddling,head on your chest
Repeating our mantra  
Our bodies share a language
This is how we loss pieces of our hearts to each other.

This is how we keep coming back for more.
One smart-*** mouth to the other,
Knowing this is a journey towards bliss

If only I had money.
Only if?

If only I had this.
Only if?

So many only if in society we are dealing with.
Some good some with rifts.

Still, we holler to ourselves the phrase "only if".

Then when we have it.
We never follow through with it.