She says her lover's died in the plague
She buried him already,
Before you came
Last night, stars bright,
Glinting off her metal *****.

It'd be a disrespect, to uncover the body,
They shrug and say,
Poor widow, lover died of the plague,
And at such a young age.

But check her closet now, don't be afraid,
See the kitchen knife there?
Love's red on its blade.

i despise the idea that love is blind
because all it took for me dear
was one glance
and i knew

hr.

call me darling one more time
and i will run right to you
throw myself into your arms
and betwixt our laced fingers
and flittering glances
shall give you a kiss so heavenly
you won’t be able to forget me

hr.

I'm a standby lover,
with all the duties of a partner;
but without a proper invitation.
I'm your safety net,
a dollar in your pocket,
the also-ran.
You can bench me;
bend me,
ghost me for awhile,
lead with breadcrumbs,
make me smile,
save me for a rainy day,
tuck me up and play away,
And when you've found the one you're after,
Will your heart be filled with love and laughter?

I truly hope so...

My favorite flavor is your lips against mine
When the world fades away
And I lose track of time
My favorite feeling is when you grab my waist
And pull me in close
As if you’re scared I’ll run away
My favorite thing is that look in your eyes
When you tell me you love me
More than the amount of stars in the sky
You’re my favorite, plain and simple
I especially love when you smile
And how on the right you have a dimple
There’s something about you
I’m not even sure what it is
You came into my life
And took me by surprise
I never thought I’d get so lucky
As to call you mine

Fixating my eyes
Stripping your beauty piece by piece
That I may show thy beauty

Beautiful maiden
Among pleasantry ladies of May
Dancing like an Arabian night

Laying down by thy side
Listening to the sounds of the night
Wondering how my heart captured thy flower

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Sometimes I choose to let go,
I let my words flow.
I let them speak
Hoping they'll explain me.
Im complicated,
They say.
But I wish i came with a dictionary
Because even I don't understand me.
My purpose, I know
My desires, I don't.
Why do I choose to let go,
When control is all I know.
Each time I cry,
You're the only reason why.
Please leave my thoughts,
Leave my mind.
I'm trying to leave all this behind.
I choose to let it go.
Even though control is all I know...

you devoured me
so easily,
leaving me starving
for your touch
and no fruits on earth
can ease my hunger.
so tell me lover,
how does it feel
to have your teeth
in my beating heart?