She claimed she was sweet but a psycho,
A rare phenomena that was celebrated,
A lie that lay deep in the gorges of love,
Aging like sweet fine, Irish wine,
A cocktail of love and blunder,
Passion and foul play,
Yes it was a game of love,
With losers and winners,
The struggle for survival,
Love, lust,
Foul play, money,
All were involved,
A rare view into the mirror of love,
It’s been weighed, measured,
And was absolutely found wanting,
A closed mouth that expected to be fed,
A hell unleashed on earth,

The demon called love,
Cold as a Japanese sword,
Staunch as the Indian culture,
It was as primitive as the forces of van der wall,
The fear of losing,
The fear of even winning,
She had turned them into pawns, puppets,
At her beck and call,
They stood straightened,
Jumped higher,
Ran faster, swam across the snow,
They could make fish fly and watch the sharks walk,
Yes the Demon of love,
Crooked as a horror spread,
The splendid thought,
Yes it was love,

A pure idiocy of all being fair in love and in war,
A rare picture of a love that burnt without desire,
A love that had no embers,
Raging flames,
Love, life and blood,
The thirst unquenched,
The battle scars couldn’t be missed,
Lots was lost,
For a game with no rules has no winners neither losers,
Pointless Yes,
Psychotic Yes,
Sweet, Definitely No

She was the lioness that was fed to the wolves,
May be if she still had him,
She’d be on the top of the world singing,
Life would have been better,
She’d be smiling with no fear,
She’d be tearless and so fearless,
Since the lion king left,
Things were never the same,
The rift amongst his pride grew,
The wrangles were deeper,
The entire meaning of life was lost,
They went out of their way to forge new relations,
They forgot they had duties,
They lied that they was stopping them,
It was a dark world gone rogue,
A hatred hidden deep under,
Am sure they never felt the pain as they did,
Never felt the gap left,
They had it all set,
They did fail in setting it up for the rest,
Their scolding and desperation for success was killing them,

In the process they did feed on one of their own,
To save some skin for the winter,
They sold her to the wolves,
They did turned on her,
They did create the gap and distanced themselves,
Yet with pride they could quote the Lion King,
Life they knew,
Advice they got some,
Experience to them was only work and relations,
They knew nothing about nuclear may she was right,
They were planning the Orchestra
All the way, they saw it coming,
They were to blame but,
Yes, they would never take the fault,
Foul brains, a king is never a king without a crown,
The lion King shoes will never be filled by lions feeding on their own,
Lionesses selling their own to the wolves,
Only the hatchet will forever be,
And from the tree of descendants a new King will

All she had were doubts,
Thinking she was joking,
She was irrational and rash,
Hurting his ego,
He had enough,
Yet he had no place to hide,
He’d grown weary of the jokes,
That taunted him, tainted him,
The embers of his last memories with her,
The plane was gonna come down hard,
He was gonna parachute,
Aborting his plans,
His mission,
His ideas,
Giving up on love,
He had enough pain in his eyes,
Too much humiliation behind his back,

A man that had nothing to lose,
With nothing to prove,
He was ready for a nosedive,
She was in love,
Yes freshly baked first love,
A pitiful soul she’d be,
She was gonna be in for long nights with tears and anger,
They’d blame each other and hate each other,
Love gone rogue, the laughter gone sour,
Black love unleashed,
A broken piece of art,

He was the art himself, he tore himself,
She begged for the failure,
She laughed about it,
Two souls entangled together,
One withstanding for the future,
One to break in the near future,
Broken crayons still colour,
But these ones might discolor,
A life well lived,
The laughter, the joy, the romance,
All gone in one word,
In one wrong word,
A joke that tore the roof,
That tore hearts, souls and minds,
A laughter gone sour,
A love never to be rekindled,
Yes, the frail line between laughter and death to love,
Yes these crayons might discolor

She was but all knowing,
Too fast in making decisions,
Lost a few battles, scarred,
Yes, but not defeated,
She was trying to live a life of a peasant,
She was a Princess who knew nothing about love,
Love making was just something she heard,
No experience met,
Total disappointment,
A log of love floating in the forbidden waters,
A love that was at the mercy of a villain who was in love with the princess,
A love that was gonna be broken by the art of anger,
Her anger uncontrolled, was like fire scorching the desert,
Killing, burning everything she ever loved,
Souls were broken,
Hearts were lost,
Minds were melted,
Her love too toxic to be love,
Her anger too strong,

She was stronger than Hulk,
An end game she brought to herself,
Damage that was inevitable,
Madness that needed no therapist,
Yes it was she the demon of love,
Who gave birth to anger,
An anger that broke her little bubble of love,
An anger that left her hungry for anger,
An anger that broke her into a million times- Split,
Her anger that killed happiness,
Joy and laughter in her life.
She was the author of her downfall,
The editor of her own love story,
She was the lead actress in her anger disdained,
Yes all by her royal majesty anger,
For he who laughs last, laugh’s best,
Her laughter was all bitter and she cried tears in litters,
An angry man is a strong man,
Her anger was more of a craving, a hunger,
That consumed her.

Stuck here,
Drowned in thoughts, reminiscing,
Expectations ain’t universal,
So damned with her hints,
Her life of a party,
The groove not yet dead,
She’s feisty,
Dramatic, though too educated,
She’s been groping,
Can’t even circumvent her expectations,
Ain’t no mind reader, tired,
Please voice out your ideal,
Tired of being called complex,
Alien, sophisticated,
Love lost in a broken car,
Where communication was the key,
She’s splattered all over the city,
Looking for love on a silver platter,

Why can’t you fight for it? Why can’t you make the move?
Why can’t you swallow yo pride?
Why can’t you ask if they care?
Rejection doesn’t kill,
You always on rejection mode,
She rejected a million of them,
She’s afraid of risking it all,
A closed mouth doesn’t get fed,
Just ask him out!
You gonna be always disappointed,
With dates and men,
Thinking of yo crush,
For you will never ask yo crush out,
You’ve been creating too many mental excuses,
At times you just gotta fight for what you want,
You thinking that’s an opportunity to clarify your feelings,

He sees it as a life puzzle that needs to be solved,
She needs not a solution,
But a connection,
He’s bent of finding the solution,
Bound to forever interrupt,
He just needs to love her,
In her own definition of love,
She just needs to speak out her mind, calmly,
Honestly and respectfully,
At times he can’t even differentiate intention from emotion,
Sometimes he sees her itching,
He don’t know where to scratch,
He’s just but

You’d be so beautiful,
He wanna hold you and not let go,
Get you caught in his web of love,
He got the keys to the universe,
You don’t got to stress your mind,
You gonna be home tonight,
He ain’t, can’t trade you for anyone-anything else,
He’s gonna take care of you,
You won’t fall coz he got you,
He be the villain,
You be the heroine,
In your movie,
Every time he sees yo,
He always tripping falling for you,
She got brains,
He don wanna ever see her in doubt,
Even if you gonna fight this love Battle,
You’ll fall for it all through slowly,
You’s the best thing ever happened to him,
Your curves,
His muse, yo pulchritudinous body,
His addiction

Set his heart on fire,
Set the pace,
For he ain’t thinking straight,
Just always love him like you do,
He always touch you the way he does,
He gonna give you his love,
His space and his time,
He no longer is a stranger,
Longing to hold you in his tiny arms,
He needs your love,
To be free with you,
Up all night going crazy,
His angel ain’t here to bring his sanity,
It sucks that you not with him and he ain’t with you,
He’s always deep in thought,
Wondering how it would be,

Doused in gold and myrrh
Her, curvy pulchritudinous body,
A sight of Bathsheba taking a shower in the river,
I was lost in thought,
A heart skipped a bit,
She a thief,
She stole my sanity,
A crime I’ve never recovered from,
Everytime I look into her eyes,
I see the burning desire, the love,
A sophisticated, educated,
Cultured African Beauty,
A dream come true,
An Angel in blue denim,
May be I could show her love,
Let her love me,
I see the stars,
At times I wonder if she can see them too,
Someday our horizons will meet,
And I ain’t gonna let her go,
We gonna be so beautiful,
She’s my drug,
Imma make her my plug,
If only wishes were horses……..

Once upon a clock,
I saw a Queen,
A princess roaming her beauty Kingdom,
Smelling the blue roses,
The red violets,
Her long wavery Queenly dress,
Her voluptuous, wobbly body,
She a statute of a goddess,
Her egnimatic, enchanting smile,
With her milky teeth,
Her black brown eyes doused in white milk,
The silhouette of her shadow,
Cast on her lovely garden,
Her lips red ripe tacula,
Full and burning,
The desire in her twin almond eyes,
Her breasts twin fawns,
Planted on a marshy hill,
Her nipples hard as young maboque fruits,
Her lavishing body,
A Valentine’s dream come true,
Her overwhelming beauty,
Clad with love,