Beauty of Irony
when i look at you;a beautiful soul.
when i look at you i see fireworks
when i look at you i hear songs
when i look at your i hear moans
when i look at i hear angels
when i look at you i hear laughters
when i look at you i flip new
chapters
when i look at you i see idle
chatters
when i look at you i hear hausa
music
when i look at you i see spanish
music
when i look at you i hear partys
peaking
when i look at you i think
lovemaking
when i look at you i hear kids
sooshing
when i look at you i see us ageing
when i look at you i get mixed
feelings
when i look at and you look at me,
i know we are meant to be.
when i look at you and you look at
me
i know we will never be.
when i look at you and you look at
him
i see the beauty of irony.
most of all i learn a lesson;not to
look at someone that looks at
someone else.
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