On a comfy small chair
Scratching my long not silky hair
Of cause am an African its just flair
The hair is just an identity like a Blair
But nothing to write not even an affair
Am talented I wonder why I despair
Writing comes from home am an heir
I should know what to write not despair
But I try to bring my mind from there
Where I all I see and feel is just glair
I try to go out and get some air
Nothing to write just thoughts that are not clear
Instead of going in circles I feel squares
I wish my brain was nice enough to spare
Nothing to write so I just stare
The chair is lonely am almost dropping a tear
Writing is all I thought was to me fair
But I lost ideas none is near
I know no one set up a snare
It’s just that am not lucky so I stare
Nothing to write is not fair
But I will wait on this comfy chair
To be able to make my talent clear
I want to write fast as dear
About the day I had nothing to share.
Nebula
My new life
Singular
My one love
A fine face
In your artwork
In your embrace
There’s no holding back
In your eyes
My tomorrow bright
In your lips
My future bride
In your name
I found mine
In your smile
I drink devine
In your hair
My slowmo
In your glair
My dull glow
In your touch
My lit torch
In your heart
Me king of hearts
Your one love
Has no sequel
Your true love
There’s no equal
You're my love
Without regret
Your love is
All that I need