Our eyes met,
Hands touched
And sparks filled the room
You were destined for me

We kissed and snuggled,
I felt your breath on me,
I felt your pain,
I was yours

I showed you off to the world,
I thought death couldn't keep us apart,
I was you and you were me,
I lived my life with you

I learnt how to love with you,
You gave me hope
But death cheated us
I wouldn't stop playing with death,
Till, I'm yours and you are mine again,
See you soon, my love.

©Nalli

Did I tell you, what the poet told me?
He said my hair was longer than that of Rapunzel,
He said I was fairer,
Than Snow White
And even prettier than Cinderella.

Did I tell you, what my poet told me?
He said he would be the only Prince Charming,
That gets to wake me up from my beauty sleep.
He said he would raise dragons, from their ashes,
And make me the mother of dragons.

Oh! My poet says nice words.
He paints beautiful images
As he drinks his garri
He slays words in his house able to contain only himself,

Oh! My poet uses words to take me on trips,
The last time he opened his mouth,
I found myself in Dubai.
He goes by the pen name
"slayer of words"
Is that even literally possible?
Am I dating a poet?
Or a liar?
What's the difference?
I don't know
But my poet says beautiful words.


©Nalli
#thinkinginwords