28 September 2011

Love Bipolar


you see I summon truth
but from the teeth of bureaucracy
I must have been crazy 
to think I'd find 
something meaningful 
something kind
in the long lost wars of my mind.
lets rewind
maybe find the first piece 
that made the snowball rolling downhill
o what a steal
you found the preciousness in my kind
shift gears and cant decide
love me politically correct
shit hits the fan
somehow you managed to push eject
and the theorem of your trust being futile
I still can't reject.
Belittling words define your phrases
indiscriminate injustice 
yet I still sing your praises
love with no reciprocate value
just thinking of it,
I turn blue,
walled by lies of no hue 
I'm within
would you set me free
I sure am crazy 
to still see love 
in your awkward plea.
We can make a mountain of every mould
we did that the best 
even when the sun chose to rest
I made a piece of you 
from a cast iron mold
frigid like you, quite stone cold
but in my sanity, quite frankly;
you were truly the best
but I still hate you, more so than the rest. 

Fimisola-Samuel

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