Tenderness of love cheated the way into your mind,
l love you to death,was your sentiments,
But look a year has not passed,
Death hasn't come,
Or perhaps I am a spirit..

let me not talk nonsense,
My senses serve me right,
The daemon, in me impart sense and reason,
I never ate the grain you promise,

That grain of love,
Many a times I laugh,
l laugh at my stupid self,
When I told everybody about you they were eager to see you..

To them a glimpse,was enough,
I can't regret my action,
you were all I had wish,
You were such a nice darling,

I was broke,
I was running out of cash,
you needed money so dearly,
I couldn't produce any,
A bank manager came in,
I could not compete,I had never been competed down,

Daisy,money can be got,
Sell your love,
But be fully aware they need that beast in you,
That grain of love in you,
It will soon be exhausted...

It ***** my center of life,
To really pen down this,
Nothing,but reality,
l really miss you girl,
A mature love you were.

True love,we showered each other,
little did we know then ,
Your charming looks,
Your calculated kisses,
your hot boo,I miss them all..

That man who took you away,
Away from my soul reach,
Must be creative,
When you left,my heart was parched.
I am in need of that very love,
That which,belonged to us someday

Jasmine please this is my plea,
Chebet come back to me,
All doors are open for you,
It is not that I loved you any less,
I just love to accomplish my dreams more..

I hate that music when replayed
I enjoyed when I deleted the music in my gallery,
Though It went with my always played,
I did not and still can't regret,

It was a music of hatred,
The massage was full of proud guys,
It was more than the poison of the snake...
It went against my motives,
If u have to render a  verdict, am always cynical...

Hahaha..I laugh at my thoughts,
Thoughts of the past when I was a mere student,
A real flashback,
when I hadn't defined life...

Perhaps it was my foundation,
Words spoke louder than what I could possibly afford,
Every beginning has the darkest side,

And mine was at stake,
A teacher,who hated me for some reason took advantage of the time,
Magona,a geography teacher told me I was like a nursery kid,
There I was at the receiving end..

Those words plus made me who iam,
And still am pursuing those words,
l cherish the past that build the future,
But lam not certain of the future...

Your face is beaming,
You say so,you are dreaming,
your visage,
unlike plain vages,
my reason of love..

like the salts of my meal,
this is great a deal,
you are the joy of my heart,
my hut..

you are a monister,
yeah a gangster,
A sole killer,
A heart miller,

you have no feelings,
like iron filings,
you massacred my plans,
iam now living in slams....

U are my dream,
By the venom of the beam,
Will follow you to the stream,
I will lick u like cream,