Like a raging tsunami that consistently hits asia.
They'll speak of it, till it fades.
Your fame, either the right or wrong way, will bring them to notice.
As long as it benefits e'm, they'll stick.
When it's for your sake, they'll make you sick.
It'll be like loving someone you hate.
They'll preach about how true friendship is.
Call you "love"
Like Romeo and Juliet...
But you know, Romeo and Juliet wasn't a love story.
And like this poem, it didn't end well.
People want to change, in fact, we do Change...
But others will never stop seeing you with the same eyes, that they saw you with in the past.
People will talk, no matter what!

I've discovered, most often than none.
That, I'm a ***, a desperate ***.
I immerse myself in a consistent situation, where I'm not even consistent, with my consistency.

I'm a ***** for the things, i go back to, on different intervals, never sticking to a decision made.

I ******* myself to irrelevances, and deviate from my goals.
I procrastinate my soul, and i'm frolicking with time, that i do not have.
I often wonder, what else would i be...
If not this!??
But at least, I'm no hypocrite, and I'm true to myself. I'm a proud ***, and i, won't pretend to be good, just so the world wouldn't judge me!
I'm a ***!

Sometimes, hate is good. It can prove as an excellent motivation to strive.
Most often than none, love isn't always enough.
I could write a couple of things about how love does this or that...
But reality *****!

I recently discovered, that i smile the most.
When I'm in the worse life challenges.

But you know, when you hit rock-bottom.
There's only one place, left to go...
Up!!

I am the start of my own line...
Not a descendant, but the beginning of an ancestral reign.
I'm only called weird because i see things and analyze them differently.
I cannot be like the rest.
After all, only dead fishes go with the flow!

I'm pretty sure the word is underated
Too frequently used, that we forget to attach a meaning while saying it.
The sole proprietors of sentiments
The quintessence of woman-hood.
The utter embodiment of love.
The spitting images of all things "care"
And the place where all happiness are fulfilled.
The ones who sat and washed our infant heads, from infancy to adults, they still wash us up in their own way.
Her embrace, gives you warmth, erases a blizzard from our aching hearts.
The ones who say "i love you" by adding an additional serving of food to you.
Our falling pillers, who helps us stand, despite falling.
We may not always see eye, to eyes or say it, but...
I love you!
This is an ode, to African mothers. Our back bones!

Fifth note:

Haha...
I realized today, that I'm not lonely.
I just have nobody!
For the fifth time this year I've resurrected my hunger for nothing.
I've smiled so much that it feels odd now.
So, i now open my heart and accept that...
"Yes indeed, i am a walking obituary"
I bet if i rapture today...
The gods wouldn't know i existed.
So now, i smile a teary smile.

Could you cuddle me...
But not just with your body, do it with passion from your eyes, and think of me even while I'm there with you.
Kiss me like as though,
Your lips has pledged allegiance for me.
Spoon me from behind, and let our thighs slip underneath, against each other.
Let our body play the stings of a violin
And produce Melodies untold
Love me tenderly and hold me like you're elderly.
I want to look at you, just enough, so that other girls will have nothing left, to see of you.
My favorite color is you.
So, Let our *** become conversations
Of unrecorded desires.

Fourth note:

So... They say love comes with the season.
Then how come it's only one season here??
Season of tears.
I realized, how "chores are things a person does and isn't noticed, until the person stops doing them".
If i take another step from this bridge into this river.
Would someone notice me??
Life has ups and downs, so how come I've only ever been looking down?
When you hit a child, either out of love or reproach.
I won't change the fact, that it hurt regardless.
So please... Anyone.
Someone... Give me a hug.