Am the girl,
Beautiful before the beholder,
Beautiful at heart,
With beauty in my intention,
I yarn to love,
I crave for championship,
Solitude no longer interests me,
So I let my heart out,
Out in the wild world,
Full of jackals in male bodies,
An easy prey to them,
But I fall not into traps,
Am the clever girl,
I know am stupid at times,
Selfish and choosy is my character,
But I don't want to make mistake,
In my generation,
Making an error ruins all your era of life,
It calls for a discerning mind,
A carefully heart,
Am no longer the stupid girl,
Am just the cautious girl,
I meet him on my place,
I saw him in school,
I see him in the congregation,
I see him go for lunch,
I see him standing on the balcony,
I want to stand next to him,
Fear crops in,
Will he say he has another lady?
Is there any lucky girl?!
I want to the lucky girl!
So I tell my friend, my galfie as we call her,
She doesn't know of him,
she sees him from my heart,
from my mouth,
She knows him from my words,
Each day his thought sits on my mind,
He is the Spiderman, hanging on my mind all day,
I willingly let him in my mind,
If I could hang on his life forever could be my satisfaction,
He is perfect....I love him,
He is not short nor tall,
he is the medium height that is every girl wants,
He is neither fat nor thin, we are the same,
his body is like the model in my mind,
You see I would want to describe everything about him,
but I fear you would want to meet him,
Dating should come with some instructions,
Who should make the first move?
But it’s me,
I made the first move in my heart and my heart,
I have spoken to him many times,
I haven't told him how I feel,
its two years when I talked to him face on,
and nine years and we still talk,
I hope my friend spoke to him,
told him how I was dying in his arms;
how I had buried my love in secrecy,
I hope he knows this,
Blame me for not telling him,
he isn't an angel to know how I feel deep inside,
He has no special eyes to see how I hide my feeling feelings from being drawing in my eyes,
when am with him, I build a bridge to what we speak,
It funny, am shy....
But if he is still out here I want to let him know,
I died in his arms and buried my feelings for him, and I wish he came back to say, you love me...am your girl and am here waiting for you...
It’s now 5 years and four years on top years but I feel it’s like yesterday, when I first meet you...looking at our picture back then, I can picture myself with you forever, but if you have moved on and made someone else lucky, blame the wise men they said, "if you love something, let it go and if it was meant to be it will come back"
Am here with my silly pen writing of how I let whom I love hoping he would come back, and tears rain my heart and flood my face...
I lost him forever…..
Zed Poet
