When love turned and walked
My way, cupid was hesitant
Because he knew I was usurping
II
Knowing love was the boss
Never to be challenged, he let it be
Mourning my future heart demise
III
Then love possessed got dispossesed
And saw clearly the meatful part he had crashed,
Felt sorry but his bus just horned
IV
So crushed, needing days of hot water
The meat got heated, burnt and learnt
That love is a fetish never to be blamed in possession
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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2 replies on “CRASHES, NO WASHES”
‘Love is a fetish’ … I like that idea and I guess to some respect it is sometimes the case. I like the way you think. Keep on blogging in a free world – The False Prophet
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Thank you very much.
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