1 November 2010

Narrative 1

The simplest thing to lose-
time
the hardest thing to do-
change,
neither of which I'm ready to spare.
Should I walk around in fear?
as you keep talking about me,
in words that pierce like a spear
with lies bless every willing ear
get a grip, it's been over 2 years.
I reminisce on days love was meek
we kiss and you'd be my freak,
the rain clouds are gone
now it's clear your brain needs a tweak.
There ain't no future in the past
any chance of repair long passed
I'm over the love spells you cast.
Bob said; "no woman no cry"
sometimes i think he lied
then my thoughts you begin to fry
like when I sent my star to say hi
and then you walk out my sky
and slip back into my arm with your look of lies
we share a kiss over lime, chicken and fries.
I called your name by the riverside
it echoed back on the waves tide
with a message that you moved on
the ears you fed lies
on your behalf of me now request,
that with you i begin new ties
sorry it won't happen even after I die
a simple reason why;
man returns not to his vomit
and to me you're just one big chunk of it.


Fimisola-Samuel