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.

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.

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.

A lonely night with no stars in the sky
I lay upright on my bed with a smile
I finally did it, took the first step of a mile
Now the journey ahead is nothing short of a trial
Goodnight my love,... its time for me to rest

A lonely land with no soul in place
I would wander until I get to base
My suicide note lies under the vase
With nothing more than a pleading case
Three slashes on my wrist, made me go with ease
And my last thoughts, were of the daughters of eve
Heartbreak causes an eminent goodbye
For now, my lots would do nothing but cry
"To the great beyond" I said "in luxury style"
Goodbye my love,... its time for me to die

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.

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.

I always knew you had it in you
Driving a man insane with words of abuse
A note lies on the floor stating my demise
With reasons why I did this for you

I heard them banging at the locked door
Stepped into the bathtub, time was up
The water was cold, the blade was rust
Hands stretched as I took the first cut

1,....2,....3, I was gone!,
Never to feel the pain of a lost cause

I lost your trust
You lost mine
The distance was much
Our love couldn't fly

Broken promises
Broken hearts
We told lies
We said byes

I miss your touch
Do you miss mine?
The touch of your lips
When it meets mine

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'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?

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.

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.

Right here,
Right now,
With you.

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

I did good by the lots of you
You might deny this, even when it's true
I went down to raise you up
Fought against odds, to reach the top
Though the road was rough, we didn't stop

I gave more than I collect
Not a friend did I ever neglect
I tried my best to please them
But you see, that was a problem
Not every soul deserves a helping hand
Not every soul helps a friend drowning in quick sand
I've given my last
I'm leaving the past
And might you deny this, even when it's true
I know I did good by the lots of you

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.

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.

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.

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

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.