Look into my eyes
And tell me something special.
They say April showers brings May flowers
But I just want you to Awaken the butterflies
That live inside
But it’s what you do to me
I’m watching you as you walk away
Visions of you and me
Oh the things that could be
Lots of laughs and good times
Mixed emotions going through the motions
This is supposed to be just for fun
Yes, just for fun
But you can’t spell fun without U
So what am I going to do
When there’s no more light to my flame
Not sure if I’m strong enough to continue
But damn it feels so good
Wet mornings, wet mornings
The rain slowly trickles down
Light creeping between the clouds
Then you come to me
Whisper sweet nothings inside me ear
And get me aroused
Containing ourselves throughout the night
But when the morning time hits
Oh, oh, oh
What a sight what a view
I want to feel all of you
We’re running out of time
So enough with the talking
And let’s make music with our body parts
Let’s make love with our minds
And not our hearts.
To my Nigerian god!
I tell these stories as they come to me- they always find me.
One after another, these wide eyed toddlers panting for new stories.
They liked the chills of horror, so they would often ask to be told stories that made switching off their room lights a bit more adventurous.
Almost like their world didn’t have enough thrill so they sought after mediums like their fantasies and my twisted mind to answer life’s questions.
Words are beautifully hideous.
Standing alone they tell stories; “lost”.
Standing together they speak riddles; “I am lost?”.
Used right they reveal truth; “I am lost!”.
In the hands of a wordsmith they become characters only a depraved mind can have; “I don’t want to be found”.