Kojoni

So here I am, staring at the gate I could easily scale over.  Oh yeah. I've gathered a wealth of experience with my own at home. It's brown, a tad higher than this one but, very shaky. You could blame it on my calculated jumps over it at odd hours. Mostly because, I didn't want anyone hearing the echoes from the gate, as I snuck out to play soccer and other things. Hehe.  "Hey! Have you been knocking for a long time? Not really. The sun is just really on fleek today'', i replied as she pulled me by my striped shirt. I bought it a week before. It was a huge day. I had to dress for memories. She wasn't looking too bad herself. The pink darted skirt she had on was a charm. I guess she was looking forward to this just as I was. So after the brief hug, I was beginning to feel nervous. The night before we spoke about what teenagers dream about, and how that we both hadn't had one yet. We sat in the brown leather couch and she asked, ...

This is just a critic of the above. It has probably come from people wanting the best. But sometimes I've heard it in a somewhat selfish breath. It's almost like anything other than what we want in specific details is a serious case of "settling". Okay...okay. Go on! Okay.. Bernoulli pick without replacement Being sure its exactly what you want -that's the caveat. A risky sum. Cure your blind heart its eyes seem redundant. For when your one appears his colors might be contrary to your canvas. Because though there are parts that can't be seen or touched, the plaudits will still ring to the waving of the fleeting rock that can. Reach for yours, please forget praying about the matter. You must deserve the party's best regardless of where it leads.

So this one time, I liked this lady who lived there. The warehouse enclave which exploded in popularity a decade ago. My grannies' house became just one more reason to pan past those fourteen feet buildings; probably holding truck loads of sardines, cement and even canned cows. But yeah, this girl made Gabrielle Union look like one of the three ugly sisters in Cinderella. Her skin tone was nearly as dark as bitumen; her neighborhood's dusty roads desperately needed that. She constantly made me feel guilty. "Ah mehnn. I'm actually bypassing the junction that leads to my grannies house, to see a lady I might not even marry? I have a problem paaa." Please, my hormones were stronger than the Spartans. Don't judge. So the " I'm going to visit a friend '' excuse I gave my parents led me there. Funny enough, I had been to her blue-gate house more times than can be counted on a baby millipede. But I always waited at the bus station and calle...

So this morning my breakfast isn't going down well. Okay. Let me attempt to describe my predicament. I might be love-sick or whatever you want to call it. But wanting to love someone is never a bad idea in my book. So strings pulled us together. Mind you, this wasn't planned. I really wanted to learn to play the guitar and still do. Her wriggly arms don't faze me at all, rather, its the weight of her heart that draws me close. I hope I don't get the distance card played after this disclosure. She might be my penguin and...okay! let me keep quiet. Unlike my today's lasagna you're not patty packed. Full of pure substance but still light enough to carry. Those red roses didn't replace your sunflower love. But I hope they lingo relayed my heart's beat. I might not be your dream not the complete package. Let's build some on the kingsize and find fullness in Him.

It might seem obvious but the eyes might not be naked enough to perceive beyond the veil which your history placed over them. I'm not self-seeking I remember telling you days ago That I wish my heart was transparent whilst it poured itself on you. Then maybe you'll see what exactly I'm trying to say whenever my fingers strum to the tapping of your feet.