BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET
I just want to talk to you
I just feel like talking to you
Every time I think of you...
I just want to talk to you!
Its like...
There is a small hole
In my heart
That I sometimes fail to scratch
Slowly and sweetly
You shampoo it
With your cloth of sweetness...
Like the softness
Of smile flying feet
On a massage drill
With small tickles
Of happiness
Is how I feel
When I am with you
Is how you occupy
My space
With your irresistible influence
Enfolded in the depth
Of time being fulfilled...
Sometimes
I send you my inner emotions
Clothed in words
In your inbox
Just to show myself
Inside out
The design of a gentleman...
But most of the times
It is not enough
It is not enough
Most of the times
For I can only send you
A message in your inbox
But fail to send you
A message from your inbox
To the inbox of your inbox...
How many of you
Have managed to send messages
From the inbox of your beloved ones
To the inbox of the inbox of your beloved ones?
I guess...few if not few!
In my inbox
I am full of love
So free and happy
So exited and grateful
And so comfortable and blessed!
But in your inbox
I am cold and slow
Pride and chilly
Inquisitive
And sometimes
Annoying!
But
In the inbox of my inbox
I am really a happy man
Who really enjoys life
As it comes!
And in the inbox of your inbox
I rarely find you
I rarely meet you
We rarely talk
And you rarely touch
The veins of my heart!
That is why
I rarely like my inbox
That is why
I rarely like your inbox
Or the inbox of my inbox
...but, always so allured to
Understand the inbox of your inbox!
For the inbox of your
Inbox + the inbox of my
Inbox is = to the true
Inbox close to reality.
Independently
Usually people can live
But far from reality,
Again they
Usually live in...
And in reality
People barely meet
People barely talk
And people barely live...
But
In reality
With you my dear
We shall visit
We shall travel
We shall understand
And we shall share
And rejoice...
For
I feel the sweet fresh breath
Of your mouth in my ears
As you feel the coming
Of sweet taste of sweetness...
Every time you think of me
For
In reality
With you my dear
We shall visit
We shall travel
We shall understand
And we shall share
And rejoice...
For
Reality is better than victimization
Yes victimization
The people fighting disease
Sometimes too big to be broken
By their imagination and innovation
As it appears to be difficult
To live in a society without victims!
But...unto reality
With you my dear
We shall visit
We shall travel
We shall understand
And we shall share
And rejoice...
For reality
Is better than victimization!
END!!!
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