I Don't Wanna Title This
I saw a rose
I was completely smitten by an external hunch when she rose
She was ballooned with beauty and elegance, I was afraid I might be a thorn
Pop it off
But I could be a thorn
Her a rose
Among thorns
I could protect her
Prick those who try to take a petal off her
It's a pity you never gave me the opportunity to prove my worth to you
Do you have any idea how much this hurts me?
Of course, you don't, how can you?
I felt like a Casper, feelings for you filled up my dome
Now I watched them go down bridges
I'm a thorn, pricked myself and now I'm in stitches
You're laughing, you dunno what a stitch is?
You see, I was ready to swim deep for you
You felt like this was skin deep for you
No coffin, but I'd die for you
No coughing, but I'd lie for you
They always told me that women
Woe men
That wasn't the same with you;
You were like a liquorice,amazing on all sorts
For you, I'd go on all fours
I guess I deserved this
Mental pictures of a passenger seat, I reserved it for you
This heart, I had preserved it for you
Perhaps I shouldn't care
Or perhaps if I care I shouldn't
Care
I should just stare,
Never be the reason to someone else's smile
No reserve tank, but for you I'd go extra miles
It really hurts me to realise that I was in a Disney love movie
Something that will never come to life
You knew very well how I felt
Whenever I saw you, I'd melt
I was scared that I'm too fast, I fastened my seat belt
Cause I couldn't afford losing you
I couldn't face being in a comfort zone
Because when I was in your zone, I'd find comfort
My heart,
Is torn apart
Lonely nights aren't nice
I lie awake like my room is full of mice
Everytime I stare at your pictures I'm like "what kind of fool would ever miss this "
But my love for you is perceived as a diss
From hereon, love is just a verb I barely believe in
And no!
Don't!
Tell me about Karma and Cupid
Cupid isn't the reason you became tepid
You slept on my wish Stupid
And now,
Now I'm vapid
My reasons may be valid
But saying I'm not hurt would be a fib
But still
Denying that I don't love you has become a myth
I find comfort in riffs
Where I'd whine about the past dates
I have a heartache
But now
I'm not burying these hatchets
I'm cremating them
Mandems will always be Mandems
I hope God protects you from them
Anyways never mind
This girl was never mine
©Bandile, 2016
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