Those are the words your lips mould out.
They run through my soul like gospel
And put my body and soul at ease
You turned me into a zombie
With your sweet red tongue
Our conversations were heavenly
I bet the angels were listening.
I used to say, “I’ll take a bullet in your stead sweetie”
You brought me a white rose and promised the red
How I remember lustful moments with thee.
Until the day my beauty faded in your sight
And you said the devil was better than me
Though it was May, I took it as April fool
Ah! You made me shed salty waters.
Never knew your words were original fakes
If I could, I’ll feed you poisoned cake.
But I’ll let heavens be the judge
And watch you disappear in guilt’s dark clouds.
…such an empty you!
Written by: Adesiyan Adeyemi Favour
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.