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Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
Loving you is so easy...

I get nothing but pains and aches..

Love me the harder way..
Sweep me off my feet..
Make me feel like the love of your life and not the gal of your dreams..
Love me the harder way by being the man momma told me I deserved..
Love me the harder way by not putting a tear on my face..

The hardest way to love me is to be the personification of truth..

Can I ever find someone who stands for this?

Rebecca Nneka
They love you and still do hangouts, it's the commonest part of love today..
Love has been simplified..

I need a love that's so HARD..

That will never look outside..
That's be contented with me...
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
And it sang..
Many waters can't quench the fire of love..
They said it to my ears..
I heard it clearly..
Love is like a bunch of broom which can never be broken..

I questioned them,  because I can cut a bunch of broom with a cutlass..
They laughed and replied..
"The bunch of broom that represent love is stronger that Goliath's spear"

I heard Goliath"s spear is 100kg when placed on a scale!
I heard Goliath's spear is Heavier than leviathan's muscles..

If love is heaver than it..
How come we put each other away?
How come we live almost all out lives together and when we are suppose to look back in retrospect...
We file for the papers!

How come a six letter word is heaver than Goliath's spear!

I've seen something more powerful than love!
It is divorce!

She has made us strangers
Turned us to liars..
Make us hate the love we once Had..
She has ripped us apart..
She is a robber!

She has made us see nothing but imperfections between us..

If many waters cannot quench the fire of love..
How come the smoke from divorce is stronger than the tides of the sea... ?

Rebecca nneka
How come the little smoke from divorce is stronger than the bands we wear?
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
Since I can't have you and can't be without you..
I'd get off this fence of my confusion..
I'd  close my eyes and kiss you in my fantasia all my life...

Rebecca Nneka
But how can I love you and not have you?
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
Though we fought..
I still believe..

Though we yelled at each other..
I still believe

Though we turned strangers..
I still believe..

Though I am not longer your muse..
I still believe..

Though you've become the one that got away..
I still believe..

I still believe that someday...
You and me will find ourselves in love again...

I won't give up waiting for that knock on the door..
How can I get away from you when you are like the air I breath?

I will keep waiting
I will keep believing..
I will keep loving you..

I love you like my very own soul..
To a love I lost...
I haven't given up on us..
I love you BLOSSOM...
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
While  we were drunk in love..

Never did I know he was sitting on the fence....
Why sit on the fence when you could love me completely..
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
He left the love of his life the day he met the gal of his dreams...


He forgot that the love of his life has the key to his happiness..
Was the reason why he lived...

He forgot that the love of his life was his symphony..

The aftermath?

His life lost every beautiful lyric...

Rebecca Nneka
You incomplete without the love of your life
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
Pierce thru my spine with your fingers..
Caress my edge with the depth of your love..
Loose yourself into me..
Scatter me with every breath you give..

You are my number one...
I'll long for nothing but your touch..

Rebecca Nneka
I will wait till forever to have you touch me
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
While I sat under the the sun..
It burned my heart so bad..
But its hotness was nothing compared to the heat I feel when your lips touches mine....
Your kiss gives me shiver down my spine
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
I've never heard a voice so loud as its
It has no name,  yet its name is beautifully written on the platter of its mother's heart..
It has no vain..
No thought..
No face..
No voice..
No shape..

If you've never seen it..
Go to the doctor's crib..
Go to the nurses coop..
Go to that woman on the street that digs out stems from the earth..

You will see its veins..
You will see its blood..
You will see its shape..
You will see how it frowns when coming out of it mother's bowel..

It is called unwanted..
But its mother opened wide her legs to receive it..
She threw it in the dung of a white pad..
She silenced its voice forever..

You still wonder what it is?

It is an unwanted child.....

Rebecca Nneka
Except it poses risk to your health..  Don't flush it away

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