Thursday, 1 September 2016

The Fruit I Love to Pluck

It’s just that I’m afraid of losing you
When I see the dogs bark and the cats mew
I’m fermented with great fear and fever
But to sit like cripple I’ll say never
I’ll not watch desperate thieves all beaver
I can’t think straight until you’re mine ever
It’s just that I’m fermented in a stew
That my love became feral like I’m new
I saw my bird flying into high nest
If I stop my bird, I’d seem just a nerd
My bird doesn’t move by the tide of the herd
I’ll sing for my bird for that’ll be the best

And the tree will grant us some place of rest


Samuel Oladimeji Kuye said...

She's flying high but I dare not say too high, running fast I dare not say too fast. I'm just Afraid.

Samuel Oladimeji Kuye said...

I wish someone told me to catch up and not lag behind or complain.