I want to walk with you,
Walk with you on the busy streets of London.
We'd walk hand in hand,
All the way from Trafalgar square,
To the deep end of Oxford circus.
And once in a while we'd waltz to the catchy tune of any street performer stringing out Beethoven or Vivaldi from their scrawny violin.
And we'd not mind the many eyes of onlookers; Onlooking the grand performance of a perfect duo, waltzing to the catchy tune of a street performer.

I'd write you letters,
But you won't write back,
I'd send you flowers,
But you don't fancy that,
I'd beg you to come over,
We both fancy that.

You'd push me over,
But I don't push back,
You've got many lovers,
And I don't fancy that,
I had only one lover,
But she didn't want me back,
And whenever you come over,
It gets more fancier.

On nights like this,
My baby is finger-licking delicious.
She makes my fingers fill with honey, sweet honey, wet honey, as she **** for me.
Don't take a peek into her honey ***,
It's fiery red inside.
It's bakery hot inside.
On nights like this,
My baby is blazing red fire,
And I'm glistening dark skin bathed in our sweat,
My hands call for her body as they glue onto her skin, her being calls for an ****** and now she's holding on tight to the bed sheets.
The bed sheets, soaked bed sheets, I lay a peck on my baby's *******, so ****, so tempting, I slowly commence the “prone bone”.
On nights like this,
My baby is jaw dropping gorgeous whenever she's on her kneels.
I grunt and I puff, but my baby is a musical genius. And If I were to be serious,
On nights like this,
My baby is the only one I'd be with.

Right here,
Right now,
With you.

There's nowhere else,
I'd rather be.

I make so many new beginnings,
I doubt there'd ever be an end.

My life’s script keeps changing,
‘Guess the writer is getting over his head.

My new beginnings don't come with the seasons, They are conceived as soon as they wish, and I am convinced as soon as they reach.

I make so many new beginnings,
I don't know where the old ones went.

And once I'm off track on my new path,
I just switch lanes and draft up a new chart.

And If I were to be honest,
I'd say I do miss you,
The times we spent together,
and the memories we shared.
It's actually crazy now, Thinking about it,
How I never had a picture of us, I was always the one who'd shy away from the camera, and instead take pictures of you.
You always looked so calm yet distant.
Maybe locked away in the universe of books you've read stored in your head.
But I was glad you were with me. Regardless of how distant we were from the outside world. We were alone together.
That was all I ever wanted. That is all I…
No.
And if i am to be honest,
A year isn't enough to get over you.
That doesn't mean I'd come crawling back to you. We crossed that bridge and burnt it.
But I keep searching for you in other women, Hoping to see a glimpse of you.
No matter how little.
But I guess it's what makes you different,
Because you were different from the rest.
Left to me, you were the best.

Some days like today,
I feel weak, everything seems bleak,
And a voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I feel like I've been cheated,
Off of the life I really wanted to live.
I cheated myself and I can't live with the consequences…
So the voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I need help but I'm scared to admit,
I'm not suicidal, don't put me on trial,
Maybe if you can sit and listen,
Maybe you'd hear the voice inside me beginning to say…
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
And they want us to just see.

And if happiness is free,
Then freedom is a currency I can't currently afford.

Give me that ****** healing,
The type that takes me to the ceiling,
The type that leaves me hot and chilling,
The type that makes me want this feeling.

Give me that ****** healing,
Early in the morning, noon or evening,
Your *** leaves me with a tingling,
It's sweeter than any spice or seasoning.

I’d give you that ****** healing,
I'll make you want more when you see me
I'd **** your brains out like I mean it.
The end of this would be the beginning.

I hope you find love at the end of the day,
I hope the love you find decides to stay,
I hope the love you find gets found today,
I hope the love you find blows you away,
I hope the love you find is like the one you make.

Adanma!!!
My beautiful Ada!!!
When would you agree to be my lover?
When did you say you're coming over?
Don't mind that girl called Deborah.
It was only one night she spent over.
But it is you I want to be with forever.
Adanma why don't you come closer?
Don't be scared, I am not a soldier,
Or are you scared of what I carry under?
Deborah liked it when she came over.
When it's longer it's always sweeter.

Adanma!!! my beautiful Ada!!!
When would you agree to be my lover?
Is it until when there's no strength left under?
Please, Don't do this to me remember,
We're not getting any younger.

I keep on dying,
Because I love to live,
Sometimes it's hard to keep on trying,
When there's nothing left to give.

But I keep on dying,
Because I long to live-
A fruitful life, filled with joy and wealth,
A happy life void of pain nor death,
And I keep on trying,
Despite how it may not seem.

And one day, I'd be the one dying,
After a fruitful life that I've lived.

I'm the broken one,
And I keep breaking with each hi,
I fake my smiles when I tell you bye,
Some nights I barely even get by,
When these tears start to flood my eyes.
Most days I'm barely even sober,
Before those thoughts fly by,

I'm the broken one,
And I keep breaking with each lie that I tell, to make you think I'm okay-
when I'm really not
when I'm really hurt
when the pain becomes too much.

I'm the broken one.
And I'm not trying anymore.

They say loving someone who doesn't feel the same way is similar to waiting for a ship to dock at an airport. But I've been through many ***** with you and I'm not yet ready to give you up, and despite how many times we've fought, we've only learned how to make up right before it gets out of hand but you start to say you'd like to break up, and i shut
      you
           up
with my lips, and whenever we kiss, there's this immense rush, then I start to touch you in places you'd not want me to stop.

So yeah I'd wait at this airport, and hope your ship takes a u-turn, and hope you don't keep me waiting for too long.

Weddings…
The church preceding begins.
I watch from afar as he holds you in your arms,
Holding as though he's scared to let go,
As though he wants the whole world to know.
You can see the love in his eyes,
I can see the content in yours.
Settling for less isn't always a bad idea,
Since you are a woman who's got a very successful career.
You just need a man to truly love you.
A man, who with his ****** prowess can make due.
I watch from a seat as he stares at you,
He sure is very happy to be with a girl like you.
I was happy too.

I'm at your wedding without an invitation.
You are at the door bidding adieu to the whole congregation,
I could see the content in your eyes,
And you now, could see the painful relief in mine.

What is this blinding light?
What is the meaning of life?
If I was born to survive in a world that eventually succumbs to death.

Who was asked to be created?
I wouldn't mind to be sedated.
To sleep through all this and wake up to be greeted with a happy belated, and they tell me I made it past Armageddon and the world is never ending, it actually just begun.

I'd e'er wait for eternal rest,
Wearing my possible best,
Not knowing whether-
I've failed or passed the eternal-
Test.
                                      
Or maybe it's all an eternal jest
But who gets the last laugh?    
It's whose god, Me or him, I guess?

You were giving me up,
While I was giving you love.
You tore mine apart,
While I gave you my whole heart.
Now I'm left with the pieces,
Rearranging the words I'm using,
Hoping it passes a clear message,
That you aren't the one I'm missing, and I'm not the only one that feels this ended too soon, but I'd hold my peace and not talk about this- anymore.

I'm a father of three
A girl and two boys
My wife left me
For a much younger boy
She said he's got stunning abs
I really do hope he knows she's got *****,
Down underneath.

I'm a father of three
Two boys and a girl
And my wife cheats on me
With a boy named Emmanuel
He loves to play with her toys
And she ‘comes’ with immense joy

I'm a father of three
And my wife cheated on me
She won full custody
After she ****** my attorney.
I'm a father of three
And none of my children lives with me.

Self righteousness would be the doom of us all,
We are quick to judge without proper explanation given to us. If it looks bad then it is bad, and if it looks good then it is good. No grey lines. Just black and white.
In trying to protect ourselves we hurt others,
Some would call it the casualty of war.
Our story defines complications.
Your sin is permissible because it is your sin,
Mine is not because it isn't yours,
So you'd stare and gnarl at me,
And commence to throw that sin on me.
It is your way not the highway,
Your view has to be the last say,
Because you view yourself to be a better saint.

It's on nights like this I miss you,
Fingers glued to the phone, waiting to text you,
You are on my contact list, but there's an issue,
We don't talk anymore, so there's no way to get through,

It's on a night like this I kissed you.

We don't talk anymore, so I can't get through,
You are on my contact list, but we've got issues,
Fingers glued to the phone, hoping to text you,
That it's on nights like this I hopelessly miss you.

For the one that is to come,
Please stay.
I can be a very hard person to love, I know.
But my darling hey,
You would be the only one I'd cherish
My eyes would only have sights for you
My hands would only hold your heart in them
My mouth would speak only of your love
For the one that is to come,
Please stay.
I can be very annoying sometimes, I know.
But my darling hey,
I'd always apologize for my flaws
I'd love you till kingdom comes
And even though love is never always enough,
We would always be enough for each other.
For the one that is to come,
Please stay.

It's a good thing I guess
Now you can focus on yourself
You probably deserve to be treated better
You guys weren't meant to be together
That's what I hear when they notice the sad gloomy face I wear.
I guess a heartbreak gives you a certain kind of look. Your face is colored by pain and regrets, regardless of how hard you try to hide it. People would still notice. But why wouldn't they?
When your happiness is gone. The real reason for why your face is always lit. A message from that special person sends your heart beating twice as fast. It's that adrenaline rush you get from getting to see their glorious smile outshining the sun on the brightest of days. The warmth feel of their hands wrapped around you in a hug, that feeling of knowing there's nowhere else you'd rather be than with them at that present moment. But when all of this is gone, there would be a new tone to your face, a new look….that makes people know something is right.
I wear a smile to disguise my look, I smile as often as I can. I tend to push thoughts of you out of my mind knowingly. It's the only thing I can do if I'm to wear my new look without people knowing what's up. I miss you a whole lot. But now it wouldn't show on my face anymore. And if I'm to meet you again?...you would be greeted with my new look and I'll hope you like it.

Do You?

Do you miss the way things were between us?
Do you flinch with every passing thought of me being with another person, just as I flinch when I think of you
Do you ache with pain knowing my hands, eyes, lips and mouth would adore the graciousness of another being?
Do you playback series of different scenarios in your head about what might have been if either of us acted differently?
Do you miss me telling you “I love you” as we both bid ourselves goodnight in hopes to be reunited once again at the break of dawn?
Do you wish me happiness and joy in all my endeavors but wish you are always there to celebrate with me?
Do you grow jealous of the other being I would newly grow to love and share devotion with?

I just want to know if you do, ‘cause I do.
And if you don't, I still won't blame you.
I know we both said our byes, but it'll be a long time before my heart bids you adieu.

I was your real FIRST love
And you were my first REAL love...
             There's a difference between those

Hot knife through butter
That is how easy it is to hurt
Hot knife dipped inside cold water
Relief, but scars remains from the cut.
These wounds heal and pain subsides
But you can't ignore the damage that has been done inside
A heart bleeds and a mind mourns
The death of love, never to be seen and long gone