Dirge becomes an inevitable outcome of result each time we dismantle the joints from our marrow, soul outta the spirit. Flood is not good, especially the emotional ones from the eyeballs.
I cried and cried that my eyeballs bulged out
I said listening to dirge in my grave will soothe me
You came and told me not to die,
That I deserve the sweetness of life.
I was jejely going on my own,
When your disturbance caught me
You said I was an asset
And worth more than gold, silver, emerald and myrrh.
You beat the drums of love, I came
You rang the bells of love, I danced
You wiped my away my tears, I smiled
You appreciated my beauty, I drooled
You said I am your all in all.
I told you I was innocent
That I’ve never done it before,
But you kissed me till I fell on the floor
For you lured me with your pink lips.
Why have you lied?
Do you mean what you’ve just said?
You really won’t accept this baby?
Why then did you revive my hope?
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