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IN MY FEELINGS

It is exactly 18 minutes past 4  in the morning, some Gregory Isaacs playing in low tones from the background. I am guilty as charged, my mind going round in circles, I would like to blame it on the alcohol but that's not how things are done. I would like to put blames on many things but that will only make me some lame duck.

You see young girl, the only reason I am up in the wee hours is only because for the first time in a long time both my mind and heart are in sync, they both have given my eyes a thumbs up for a work well done. Picking the best of flowers is never as easy as it tends to seem.

It is exactly 0426 hours, words flowing from my brain,finding way to my keyboard and my duvet plays the role of ensuring that no words are lost because of the freezing cold and noisy crickets in this part of the Rift.

You already know how am longing to make you mummy, be the Xender that shares both your happiness and worst nightmares. Be the cold vodka that makes you dance all night long. For you am longing, am longing for such beautiful moments. Not kissing in the rain, enough of that cliché, why get a cold yet we got the comfort of my house? Why stay up all night looking up to the sky counting the countless stars yet we could both grab a piece of paper and a pen and write our hearts out, then when we are done make out as we share them?

I keep asking myself, what would be the world without some beautiful poetry? Do you know all that time I never knew I was talking about you? Because in you I feel the rhyme, the alliteration and every stanza.

In fact, you are more than just poetry, you are some dope piece of art. Some soothing reggae music, more of some captivating play, more than some world class paintings and that's why I need my rehearsals everyday just to master the art of handling an art guess I got this positive artitude.

Five is almost clocking, and the roosters in this side of the town already flexing their throat muscles just to see who crows the loudest. My thoughts are fading, they too are longing for memories, my ink pen not dark anymore,looking for a plain white surface to scribble those memories on. Before I could sign out, before I could say thank you for your time let me remind you not to forget of how much of a precious gem you are and that am willing to get dusty just to see you shine bright.

© *2018*
*Daftone Benz*
*Doluh words*

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