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uzzi obinna Jan 27
All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.

What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.

All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.

All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
uzzi obinna Jan 25
All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.

What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.

All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.

All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
uzzi obinna Feb 2020
Relationships might be broken,
Love may still remain,
When memories are beautiful,
Break-ups drive us insane;

When your angel is a beauty,
Your heart bleeds when they leave,
With eyes shut you will see them,
Even with yourheart being berieved;

Your love couldn't keep her,
Neither will your pain do
This woman is your jewel,
Your peace and angel too;

A rose with her petals,
And her thorns too,
A treasure you admire,
That comes back new;

Are you the reason she is broken,
And the reason she smiled too?
Did she plan it to be a one-off,
Were your feelings sincere and true?

Words can not describe it,
The hurt you feel inside,
And though it burns you deeply,
It cold be tough on her side;

She will always be your angel,
Your sun, moon and shine,
Your memories will b remebered,
Hopefully she'll be back sometime.
Wrote this as i walked on a street this morning. I was reading aloud while i walked. I guess neighbours and motorists must have thought that i have gone mad.
uzzi obinna Feb 2020
Where the whirl wind blows
There we will go,
Whether fast or slow,
We don't really know.

Shout out to those i was friends with,
Shout out to those i aint lost yet,
Shout out to those who adore me,
Shout out to those who ignore me;

I dont care if you're dead or you're living,
Be grateful if you're healthy and you're breathing,
Be careful of looks that are decieving,
Hold on to that which you believe in.

Tragically, factually, emphatically,
Some things had broken me,
But-
Magically, actually, empirically,
He came and he mended me,
God.

Do not let hate define you,
Nor let love enshrine you,
Or sweet words confine you,
"What is yours is mine too".

lets go get our things back,
Those things that were stolen when we were aimed at,
Do away with friends who say this and later say that,
Left us dry to die on busy train tracks.

And wisdom says
"utilise this pain to your benefit,
rule this world and not be a counterfeit,
Find a way to make the best of it,
Study it, practice it until you master it".

And vision says,
See its end before its beginning,
Whether they are deaf or listening,
The future is all you should be living in,
The stars above is where we are positioning.

And mission says,
Pack that, Back pack,
Ride fast, Fast track.
Did you miss that, train track,
Where your aim at, fight back.

Everyday i see the world differently,
Every knowledge keeps on changing me,
Socially, emotionally and even mentally,
Hopefully i'll be who am supposed to be.
Woke up this morning with this in my headand began writing randomly.
Just read through and edited.
uzzi obinna Jan 2020
Everytime it is morning,
We wake up to her demanding,
While we slept she was running,
With the awakened some.

Isn't that what we are hearing?
Her lovely voice keeps on calling,
It says son swim the ocean,
You must overcome.

Do you believe in you?
My aquainted friend.

No one else makes a difference,
Play attack or play defense,
Sleep back or you commence,
It depends on you.

You've got pain and I've got pain too,
Don't let your emotions control you,
And the shame deny you,
The thing you should do.

You should believe in you,
My aquainted friend.

Many stars will be rising,
Many stars will be watching,
Will you still be in hiding?
Its still up to you.

There is always the rejection,
That could influence your decision,
You might never see provision,
Hold that which is true.

I wish you beleived in you,
My aquainted friend.

The tides will keep rising,
Could be winning or be drowning,
Or on deck and keep dreaming,
I will live on.

Tomorrow it might be over,
You may never really discover,
Not today maybe never,
The rising sun.

You don't believe in you,
This is your end.
i really don't know how this poped into my head. for some reason i just wanted to write something different but no way. well, it is out here now.
Edited this as well.
uzzi obinna Jan 2020
We will
Fly back to love
A planet we belong to
If that will be enough

We will
Build a castle there
Make enough room for us
The way you would prefer

Those times
The beauty in your eyes
Cut through my soul
And gave me butterflies

Yes those times
We danced through the fire
The society set up
But we did not retire

So come
Put your palm in mine,
As we walk through the fields
That we built with time.
Edited this for a better read.
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