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 Aug 2014 Kwasi Boakye
Carolin
And darling if you
want strip the flesh
off my ribcage and
use it as a diary page
to write the story of
our love using nothing
but my blood* ~
 Aug 2014 Kwasi Boakye
Carolin
In love with the way
he makes sense out of
his melodies. The way
he listens to every music
note so carefully. How
he makes his trance
and dubstep music so
perfectly. How he sits
down silently working
on his beats passionately.
I swear in my entire life
I haven't seen anyone as
lovely as he*  ~
 Aug 2014 Kwasi Boakye
Carolin
It's too loud inside my head.
I can't hide for long under
the covers of my bed. A
scream a curse a bruise
a slap a kick. This all shouldn't
be part of the life i wished.
Lower your voice. I don't like
the noise. A mom screams out
in agony cause she gave her life
to him. Love was all she knew.
Should I run away. Head off to
the streets without having a clue.
The house is falling apart its glue can't hold it up for long. I can't find my voice to even sing my song.
Just a matter of time and i'll be gone. I don't care if I end up living
in a barn in a strangers farm. Anywhere away from this harm would seem a little satisfying.
This house just seems so wrong* ~
 Aug 2014 Kwasi Boakye
Carolin
Mouth , neck and
cheeks is where he
likes to be kissed.
There wasn't a
chance he'd get to
be kissed and let it be
skipped. He reads
her as if she's erotica
but the kind that
seems a bit chaotic
and psychotic. The
way he moves with
her to keep up is a bit
robotic. Hands in his hair
as love spreads in the
air. Standing up chest
to chest and lips to
neck she makes him
wonder what's about
to come next* ~
 Aug 2014 Kwasi Boakye
Carolin
His smile can cure cancer.
He's the prettiest shade of
handsome. Probably if he
asks me to dance with him ,
from excite i would't know
how to answer. A collection
of beautiful cells , stars and
atoms , that's what he's made
of. Skin stretched perfectly
over his lovely bones and
wide manly shoulders. Curls
looking like wild flowers hanging
up in his hair. He's the most
prettiest man that God has ever created. He's a flawless doll above
us all. Sometimes one could say he's like poetry but i won't deny he's better than what the poets wrote back in
the old centuries. Starting with Shakespeare and ending up with Edgar Allen Poe.  A fine piece of
art is what i could say to define
his kind. But above this all he's the love of my life because he's the
fairest of them all* ~

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