Falling in love, in today’s generation is a game of chess
A two-player board game
The rules are simple;
Each player takes turns to make a move with the pieces of another’s heart
Each kind and caring gesture is a pawn move
You see falling in love now is a competition to see who yells CHECKMATE! First
For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."
To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.
Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them, what does it mean?
Is it just sighs without the bills
Or bait to catch a selfish dream?
Why do you marry, tell me this
If the night still bores you
If you believe a wedding solves
What truth and time refuse to fake?
People in the world have witnessed your all seasons love in Palestine!!
Good for nothing?
Yeah, I know I am.
I know I'm a disaster,
I made everything worse all the time;
I know it all, you made sure of that.
Now, what can I do except saying sorry?
Sorry for the existence I guess,
I don't know what else...
Every time I apologize you say I'm just saying,
Trying to be humble,be good but always faking.
I'm a faker, the fakest of all the fakers out there!
I fake when I love, I fake when I hate,
I fake it even when I say I like a movie,
Said that to just impress someone, you say?!
Pardon me, you are so right
I fake to be loved too.
Who am I kidding, trying to be everyone's dear!
No, I was never good enough to begin with;
I'm just a vain entity full of despair.
Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.
Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.
I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the clutch.
I mistook the trap for tenderness
The dagger for a kiss
Wrapped in warmth that withered me
And still, I called it bliss.
Little did I know
I was held by hands that planned my fall
In the arms of lovely hate
Until I lost it all.
Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo.
But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of a lime or a bitter leaf With a scorching desire to thwart her lustres and thwack her wounds while she sang a song of purity on the streets. Confusing all with her orange scent and ravishing strides.
How Sandy wished to travel once more
Where Juane could never pierce a dart to her heart, Where she could once again be a smiling princess together with her beloved SISTER Juane.
Fatal love
Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love
Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children
My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia
Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past
Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia.
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.
Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.
God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come
There is something to be afraid of about afternoon dates.
They take you to secret meetings and blind dates.
Random strangers giving forgettable kisses;
But nothing is built except for “burning bridges”
They say it’s fun spending time on afternoon dates.
It’s found in the dark room where the devil’s pleasure awaits.
A quench of thirst is a quench of mistake;
But the love that you desire is impossible and fake
No good relationship creates on afternoon dates.
They have no loopholes at all: It makes.
What once felt like a magic, now feels like a lie
As I uncover the truth, a tear falls from my eye
Your love was a mirage, an illusion I chased
And to find out it was fake, leaves me feeling misplaced
Like a child with a toy, you played with my heart
Toying with my emotions, you were so slick from the start
Leading me on with lies
As I'm left picking up the pieces, picking up the ties
Your agenda was selfish, your intentions was unclear
You kept your true intentions so very near
My heart now broken, by the love that you fake
And it will take time to realise this on my own timetable fate
In the end, my love proved true
But yours fell short, beneath my view
So here's to moving on, finding new love.
Sugar daddy says,”
So gorgeousness like my last daughter
And my first granddaughter.
My wife complains daily but she is bulkiness.
Shame does not swill out,
I ‘m cleaning my blood
And breaching a boorish teen girl.
She desires a person
like her daddy,
Cash closed her sight.
I ‘m like a babyish,
And she calls me,
Come babe-baby.
She always says, ‘
Love doesn’t get old;
Ready money doesn’t have
Disgusting Odour.’
She has long teeth to bite
Big birds on the baobab.
She does not get healthy food
But diseases,
Destroying without delaying.
Go well in hell,
Brainless dearest.”
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
December 2015 in the book called
Remember Your Roots /
Pure milk and honey in Africa only
When it's my time to go
Could you hold me till I'm gone
When it's my time to go
Could you forget what I've done wrong
When it's my time to go
And my eyes forever close
Don't you cry for me
I don't need the sympathy
But when the time is here
And I'm down to my last breath
I'll have a few more words
Let me get this off my chest
Please just leave me
Now leave me all alone
You couldn't help when I struggled
Or even when I had no home
I Don't need your Love right now
When it's my time to go
Now you decide to shed some tears
But my eyes have already closed.
I dont need
The fake smiles and affection
I dont want
The crowds of spoiled attention
I always found it hard to tell
My heart is a one that easily melts,
Once good ,
You are always good ,
Didn't thought that much ,
That it could be a new crunch !
First i saw the crying you ,
Wanted to console .,
With my heart and whole ,
But then ,
A shadow it seems ,
Larger than your love ,
How it could be ?
It speaks with a sign ,
Warning me this time !
But the inner bond ,
Of you and I,
Pulls me out of this wandering site,
I told myself ,
This person has my trust ,
I have to help him, must!
My words made me go crazy,
On roller coaster ride of lies and fenzy!
Days you told me all wrong,
Days you drove my doubts strong!
Mind takes over ,
It was all inside me ,
When I came by your side ,
To ask"Are you alright?"
You said yes !
And me with no question next,
Returned with heavy soul and light mind ,
Cause to the small human inside me ,
It was a delight!!!!
like your love
is your fading tattoo engrave
on your chest ironically close
to your human heart
but to why it's fading
coz' it's fake darling
There's been so much carelessness
In our long relationship
That we have both lost our way
It's a struggle everyday
To fix what we let go wrong
Our emotions just ping pong
Back and forth with no results
Losing track about whose fault
It was that started a war
Now each hour more and more
Tempers flare up with such fire
Calling each other a liar
It's getting extremely wary
To keep up with this charade
Pretending everything's O.K.
To neighbors and all our friends
But we know that in the end
We are going to explode
Emotions on overload
Showing everyone our love is fake
It's much more than we can take
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