Kojoni

There were miners Scrapping against walls Those screens had more ore But they never found some. These forehead torch goons Risked limb, pushed limits sadly they always left empty bats they became to riches. Like these valiant paupers my sight is lost at its worst to the elusive lucre called love Don't ask me why.

My tips blistered today as the song begun once more. On these flat fifty strings my fingers struggled to strum to. The measure seemed too wide, too rich to wrap my head around. Steady hands didn't help as the refrain reached me. My platelets were helpless as the gush streamed on. My blood turned tear-salty whilst my knees rebuked the scurge.

What a love. I have not deserved a nano of this. Countless times, many moments my love has failed But not this one. This love sought me even when I didn't seek after it. What a compelling yearn to rescue those like me a yesteryear shipwrecked soul. This love made me. My downsitting, it is privy to. It has searched me and known me. Endless love, search me some more till I'm without guile.

The strings that joined them tore like they have before. A mind never paid left them the same way. A miniature, a type A copy of the real kind It's just jewellery, but it's not Even without touch or sight. The other's stayed on your right wrist whilst our initials tore. I'm the villain and so sore Cos before we began, it wasn't mended.

These blue envelopes have pressed against the plough, walked the alleys of the Row where death skids past men. These soles have accrued miles on end Seeking those that are his Just to tell them its not lost. My aldos They've tasted my tears  as the Holy Spirit touched me. They've become more than shoes.

There isn't any chocolate on there No force field pulling my mouth's magnet I'm not taking advantage of you either I just fell for them. No accolades, no prizes can compare to the gift of your glistening face They're not the reason I'm stricken I just thought you should know. You might not feel a thing. Well, I hope you do Knowing they mean a bit of something would mean everything to my lips. Signed Kojo.

So is it impossible? To be what I'm not Or escape the identity the heavens gave Its not that I'm lost Just inspecting my sides. Laughter and tears altogether when the cocktail is a mix A mix worthy of a blissful purge. I'm a lamp with oily wicks And a shadow of many doubts. A walking contradiction? Seems so. I've never ridden the cirrus clouds But I remain a bird Without what makes one.