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Voices of a distressed boy child 2


Baby,, I know we don't talk,, you have reduced yourself to the level of my crush,, all I want but never get, the only difference is when I say i love you is you say you too,
I am cork sure that if i was in the friend zone, You would have a story to tell by now. You would be coming for unplanned sleepovers in the name of missing me, but right now, I'm a ceremonial boyfriend, what is there to prove that we are dating? Apart from me pinning your chats, what makes you special? Add to the fact that you are still a freshman at campus,

Okay, I am not trying to make you look less important, that is if you ever think that you are important, All that am trynaa do is to pump sense in your brain, not that you are senseless, OK maybe yes, but I hope not, but do you think that I'm a stone? I'm a superhero, at least for now, but, don't they have wives? Don't they render the sepals to the flower too weak to hold? I need answers.

I am no fuck boy, not addicted to sex either, but I have boiling blood, Boiling for you, remember I told that you make my heart warm? Yes, you still do, in fact you make my blood hot, the mere thought of you makes me wet, me setting my eyes on you brings a fidgeting effect and even my mind cant think straight, how you call my name, not that it is romantic, no, i just love to see you open your mouth, it gets me thinking of how tight it can get hold on some things,
Your skin tone, you shine in the dark, the only reason they say light at the end of the tunnel
You have some quality hair, waswahili say Akili ni nywele, i doubt,,, its like you don't think at times, how can you leave my messages not attended to? Do you even know my house? Will you curse, when you find that you have a co wife, will you stand to greet me when you finally find that there is someone warming up to warm my life?

You say you got an attitude, so most probably, this piece wont perform the intended role, do you even read such? At what time yet you are always busy? Busy, I get you got a side hustle and that you don't care that you are my hobby. I know that you will be travelling over the weekend, I have poems to keep you busy,, poems to let you know that I know,,, poems to keep you company, or will you be having one?
I will be patiently waiting for your feedback,, I want to get it from the horses' mouth, I want to hear you neigh, I wanna see the emotions on your face as you speak, You know its 2018 right? You know that we have world cup, NYS scandals, the cold and other things to be worried about, so please, i want to know kama iko ama haiko,,

You can choose to talk to me in person, I know texts are overrated, I know that people tend to be brave behind their fancy keyboards, I know that they have cartels who give them fake moral support to type whatever. I know a lot, and it is your position I want to get
*Malenga, malenge wa mapenzi*
*Doluh words*
*© 2018*

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