What if I saw her, liked her and ask her out?,🤔
What if she accepted?.👭
What if I started falling inlove💏 with her and I propose to her?,🤨🤪
What if she accepted 🎉🥂 and I gave her a Ring 💍?.
What if we aproched the altar and both said" yes I do"?👰🤵
What if we lived happily ever after and had two kids?, 👨👩👧👦
What if we never meant,🤔
I won't have even liked her in the first place not even asking her out🤨.
Then she would have no reason to accept, or we, falling inlove.
I won't have proposed to her or given her a Ring 💍,
They will be no reason to aproching the Altar .
They will be no happily ever after together, or together making kids .
What if this life is just a think?.
What if this life is just a Dream?.
Because the moon
and because the stars.
Because light matters
when it's dark.
Because they need
a bit of silence
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I fell alone
and no one caught me at the end
you say I'm just a friend
but act like I'm something more
this is the pre-chorus of a song i wrote and just perfectly describes my relationship with this person...
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Another man down in my area 😔😢
You can never trust SARS with a gun
The difference is not really much
They are armed robbers on Government uniform.
They are not out for our safety
They're only trying to extort us
But what kind of country do we live in?🤔
The government are not saying anything
Not until it involves their families.😠
It so sad!
So many dreams cut short
Because of one gunshot
How can your first check point
Be your last bus stop?.😒
Let us join hands to fight back
So as to win this combat
Let end police brutality
Let end SARS in Nigeria
Rest in peace to the young lads💐💐💐
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All we ask for is a government for the people and by the people.
A government who will not order for the killing of the people they vow to protect and above all a police unit that we can trust.
If I die,
Don't bid me farewell,
Box me up,
Put a pen beside me
And send me home.
When I die,
Do not lament for long
Publish my poems
So my audience will continue to be Happy.
Tell my mom not to mourn
Though am dead,
I still live within the lines of my poems,
Then the world will know you have done well.
When I get to heaven,
I will proudly show the pen to my creator
And ask him to bless the pen
With the ink that never dies
For the love of poetry.
If I die don't cry over me,
Gather your tears
As much as you can,
Then pour it on the little seeds of poetry I have planted;
If only they are sincere
They will save poetry from dying
Do these to show you truly care.
For the love of poetry
Love enters in life
But it leaves life
Love is a rhyme
while the life is a book
of many sad poems
Which are written by
the ocean of tears