Writing Under the Influence

Drunk with Love, so I Write Under the Influence

Babe,

I’m gone.

I’m locked up inside like you locked me out

Remember, it was at your beckoning I turned and walked away

Don’t bother singing

My heart now dances to a new tune from a different voice

Don’t wait to plead, I won’t open

My ice box heart melted at his fiery touch

I’m hot, red hot, on fire for him

My blue cold days are over…

Writing under the influence

Drunk with Love, So I Write Under the Influence

I know you.

I know you...

I have met you in my heart and you’ve met me in yours

I have journeyed with you in my thoughts

We escaped to a world of bliss and colors

Yes, that’s where love took us

We have held hands, embraced and talked for hours

Back to Earth

We walk past each other like strangers

But our hearts recognize and skip

Our eyes interact and lock

The ‘blush on my cheek’ and the ‘fire in your eyes’ is simple evidence that ‘we’ are

We keep fighting this ‘union’                                                               

We romance insincerity and dwell in denial

The more we wrestle with our true feelings, the more we get entangled

I have a prediction

We’ll lose.  Love will win

Writing under the influence

Drunk with love, so I write under the influence

I do not apologize for being naked, that is, being open and sincere

But I apologize for the hint of pride behind my words

My intentions were to bare my thoughts and true feelings

But ‘pride’ infiltrated my message

So, what came out is almost contrary to what’s on the inside

I sounded like I was in a hurry to let go, like it was a burden and I wanted to get rid of it

Its not so…

I was just afraid

Pardon my inability to express

I wrote my heart out but locked my love in

I wanted to bare it all but I was still guarded

I am sorry.

Writing Under the Influence

Drunk with love, so I write under the influence

You are my kryptonite, my jazz

I see you, I weak

I see you, I go mumu mode

 Mumu Mode

The feeling you bring is like having freshly baked Barcelos bread with Ghana high beans with the pomo effect

Like crispy ijebu gari, freshly fried groundnut and 2cubes of sugar drunk from a fancy bowl under an almond tree on a sunny afternoon

The thought of you brings that Christmas feeling

And when you are here, it feels like I’ll be needing a space suit cos it feels like I’m in space

You have caused this tussle between my head and my heart

Dear, you have put me on ‘mumu mode’

You have gained entrance into my heart without a visa

I don’t know how you creep into my mind at night

And then catch my undying attention in the morning…

I pray for you as much as I pray for myself

I seriously want it to be well with you