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You Laid Down By: Kingsley


You laid down,
                          with a million stories
 to tell
 and a pool of tears to wash away the night.

                              I stared from a distance
 with my mind scrambled.

                                                 I had lost it,
                     soberly drenched in good wine,
          my soul racing away from your whine.

                                     You walked up to
me
        Finally, my silence got your attention,

                          i was so naive not to
realise
          the thorns had overwhelmed the rose.

                                 You laid on me in tear    with
                        this aura of distrust.          

                                       In such a puzzled situation
  i stared at your colourful
 eyes
                                                  and in
 them
                were a million lies.


                         I kept meditating on liquour,
           as happiness blossomed  inside of me   because i knew by dawn when you wake up,
                      i would be far away from you

                                                       forever,
  ♤♤
                                    in paradise.

            @kingsleywrites_


Comments

  1. Oluwajimi Thorpe18 September 2017 at 11:33

    I love your creativity sir, it's art, it's freedom, live it & love it.

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