FALLEN

I tripped and fell
Right into your gaze
And the brightness set my heart ablaze
That left me amazed
I had finally come to the end of the maze

The smile,
That smile,
I swear could make my grandmother,
Show off her ‘’teeth’’
And her trade mark walk on Love Boulevard

The most beautiful dream has just kicked off
This time round, there’s no waking up
But just in case that happens,
I had better wake up in Vegas,
With my chips converted into billion dollar bucks,
SMITTEN!!!!
© Nana.

CHOICES

They do come, those nights of self-doubt when you just sit down and listen to yourself. When you think of the 1st day and sigh. When you remember the 1st impression and cry. When you consider what hooked you in the 1st place and wonder if it was a mistake. When you ponder the meaning of the three words you say just for the sake. You want to pick up your phone n call him, and doubt whether he'll pick. Sometimes you actually call and it goes on ringing, and sudden flashes of him with someone else make u sick. You think of his bedroom antics, and realize he sucks. You think of your ex-boyfriend, and remember how good he fucks. He always tries to make you fly, but you see he strains lots. You consider all his flaws and ask why, then you compare and he trails the dots. You know he is a player of sorts, but then he makes you high like shots. Consolations now, there’s this guy next door called Kyle, he always waves n makes you smile, spins you round and compliments your style, you picture him the hank, strong, sweet and agile...structure that makes you want to close your boyfriends file. The guy in the store makes you feel a tingle. He drops a joke and makes tummies cringe. U consider no strings, but its piling sins. You let him feel and touch your skin, just to feel special. "Well, to hell, if the little birdie is mine, it'll just hover and perch again. But if it flies of then fine, I'll have a blast and block the pain."
© Ian

CARAMEL

Oh! I love the smell, it fills my lungs and makes them swell, well, jingles sound like Christmas bells, but passion flows down to the cell, my caramel.....they haunt me, they beep and text my cellie, some even want to drug me, make news on local telly. But I think its love, push definitely come to shove. My systems reconfigured the outcome I can’t say I figured. Am peaceful now. Satisfied like I just had chow. Should I say wow?.....chocolate, white with caramel, it’s the heart that makes one really miss,invaded,embedded and now glamor dwells, and one just relishes every kiss, I don’t kiss n tell, with her away I don’t kiss at all, I just miss n roll, and ask my wall 2 blind me so I don’t fall. I want it filled, I want it all. And that’s why I tear up; when u call.....I lace my milkshake, with sprinkles, coffee and caramel. With you it’s perfect, I need no gel, u spark my creative cell, inspire with an -ON like year srs DELL, perfect 10 on my awesome scale, how I pray I’ll one day, chuck that veil....I know it’s a medley of sorts, confusing but with honest thoughts, of rose petals, chilled wine and cream, and raise to life my humble dream.
©Ian