Things I Hate About Falling In Love
Love hurts when you do it right.
The very moment I had her by my side
I felt I had gotten all I needed
Beauty, caring, loving, soft chocolate hide
A romantic angel, the affection of my life
Not to forget a perfect behind
Joy joy joy!!!
The shy one but you acted as though not
Forced you to throw away the blue jean jacket and long skirt
That hide the figure I call eight
Ain’t calling no names but she is the beautiful one
That wouldn’t leave my head
Thought about the night we first spent time together
The spinning around and
The exotic-lip-drink game we played
That was then, now I’m driving: don’t know if drunk or sober
Simple because her love messes-up my medulla.
Jealousy in love; she hates me more than the devil hates good.
Bringing up a nightmare by daylight in my head
It hurts so bad that I hate; falling in love.
Don’t Call Me Mad : Churchgoers
With millions of congregation
Dancing from corner to edges
As the choristers sings; rock of ages
-With sweet surrender voices
Curative surely is for the deaf
To the left, surprisingly my twin-wings swings
Not intentionally or by the act of the whirling winds
Nor the hatred in the tune or song she sings
But for the entire things the bible call sins
Looking through their eyes
I see ruthlessness in their hearts.
I see things heavy for an angel’s eye
Swiftly I swerved my eyes up and down
To the shining roof and floor
And then the well-furnished temple
There goes a rhythm
“Ride on pastor”
The preacher perspires right on the alter
Blessings with no curses he dispenses
The sermon he delivers has the power
“Time is near, change from your old ways” he warns
My white eye turns red
“Emotional” you may think
But the words he says
Are falling into the ears
Of a wrong parishioners
In the middle of a million worshipers
The medley of loud thoughts
Hits my ears
Not even one of them all has a clear mind
The preacher also is a supporter of no just
Dear lord I’m outnumbered.
Written by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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