There are these constant crickets in my head
I hear them always when I keep quiet
Except in the shelter of your eyes_ Angelina
When I pin my head amidst your yellow bra
You're a rare Queen like a million mile
Here to prove with you my life is worthwhile
Even if your love makes me a star
A stare at a renovated house will always show a scar
Imagine you panel-beat me with kisses and caresses
Will such guesture make me quench less?
So in this bed tonight_ let's do or die
To turn this bed bargain to far cry
For he that spends the night lonely sober
Shall faintly fall only to die in October.

Enunwa Chukwudinma S. aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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