Things I Do For Love
- Things I do for love; no rush
Tempo slow; down with a brush
Neatly, I touch, groom and brush
Jerking in birthday-suit and such
Lousy or not; kisses stamp on her hair.
Things I do for love; kills my heir!
- Sweeping of feet, tossing, I roll
She on hand, she screams, ‘lemme down”
Hairs slices the air of the sounds we make
All of my riches and focuses dwells on her
In her town, even Samson fell down
Things I do for love takes a breath; not just a crown
- Only the dead is forever settled
Scattering hairs with fingers
Her hairs go fuzzy like Golliwog
Forming a course for tears, maybe; I guess
For love, yet creating love that plays emotions like a golf game
Things I do for love is more to a brush…
Written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C). 2012
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Remember Yesterday
Remember before now
A place you’ve been and seen
Never forget yesterday
It’s a noun; though no more
Leather exposed like a naked wire
Lovely shyness couldn’t get a hold on you
Light ran freely as though space empty
Little did you know the word ‘pride?’
Like a feathered peacock
Loving every color
Linking affection to breath
Lungs you gradually made to fail
Remember you were never shy
Anytime they stumble upon you
Never forget yesterday
It’s a noun; though you now classic.
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Written By ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKA
