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Love Apples...

  • Writer: Ayobami Marius Agbede
    Ayobami Marius Agbede
  • Sep 5, 2015
  • 2 min read

So I'm lost with words I have to say so I say very little.

I am strange I find me annoying I have my mind in places and places on my mind yet she has a place. I understand her her actions like she's my Chaplin all action but she says I'm strange I'm Einstein I use words yet I'm miss understood. I want her oh yes I do I’m not a fan of good girls never been all that good and all this bad is like mixing vampire blood with the swan princesses calamity at heavens gate.


I find her quite interesting she passes the bar on every scale her beauty isn't in your face but undeniable as lilts are pink before they bloom fully. Her friends guardians of her galaxy find me basic I find them unfound as they bear no use in our love tango. Do I love her heaven knows I say the words and mean no other. Stranger is what I’m called an indigene of her love is how I'm viewed. Her actions cause me to thing a fight is what I should deliver but the May-weather in me has a training break. So I ask her puis-je cambattre. I only hear tears the gentleman in me keeps winning. A conquest over her affection I own an unwarranted battle with d sun god in with his singers in accord. Marius the war god battles for her long lost broken treasure her heart.


The weekend is near question I have to ask my fears remind me she isn't a sinner limit thy self she says she's like every one else I bid to differ she's my stranger in this strange world of OZ.. Fate twined us together she hasn't realized it but she will, she says I bring the bad in her out and I take her breathe away I'm unfazed immovable. If she only knew how sedimentary my foundations become when she laughs. My joy is heard, my pleasure her life that’s my wage bill. She is a white scarf in love with a scarlet soaked shiv.


My brains are all I have my cute I see not. The ladies around I wonder if I am who they say I am a ladies men a title for the prince not a man fighting his own battles in life. The accolade count for nothing the mantle will be passed on only she matters. Only she can settle the rumbling within my love apple my death to the beast within.


 
 
 

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