Mmmh not bad thinking to herself
Tall, hazel eyed stranger before her
He swung his beautifully structured self to her altitude
Mmmh he smells good she thought
Without asking he took her hand in his looking her straight in the eye
As if he knew what that was doin to her
A look that made her feel like she was the only woman,
Who mattered to him except for his mom ofcoz J
ofcoz the magic they were on also played a part
“We spent the whole night talking”…”he is such a gentleman” she tells a friend
For weeks without end her feet left the ground,
She got higher than Marry could ever take her
even cloud 9 could not catch up with her
Yes there is a BUT…BUT life caught up with her
The ugly eye of that B^*#h called reality caught up with her
She squeezed so hard the lights went out
It was house to let
“How’s Mr Gentleman”: the friend asked
Hai wethu don’t ask me about that 1
Reality still squeezing the life out of her
Her skin was meeting her now fragile skeleton
She cannot remember the last time she nourished her now dying self
Hi! “How you doin?” He asked
Struggling to breathe with a faint voice she lets out her “I’m fine how u doin?”
I guess the lack of oxygen to her brain got her saying: “Choma he is not that bad”…” better the devil you know” A friend heard her say
“Do you remember what this man did to you?” asking the friend
Quiet she kept…sweet lies got her tight grip on her
The B^*#h kept whispering to her:”He is back isn’t he?” “What more can you ask for” “He is loving you NOW”…”what’s with you wantin to know about tomorrow lets live in the now” “it feels good doesn’t it” without knowin what she was opening herself up to
life lives in her now and he left AGAIN!