MaakaaWrites

   As I grow, I dreamed  Going to bed at night comes with pleasure Pleasure because I can eventually, Retire to bed and look into the future Future of love unconditional  That was beauty As I grow, I could not wait to grow The future was far Way to far to start living my dream How long will I live in fantasies How many days more to retire to bed Looking into the future Future of living my dreams  That was hard As I grow, I lived I counted the days, days rolled up to weeks Weeks jumped to months,  And eventually summersaulted to years But I hoped. Because growth never ends As I grow, I watched I observed each day pass by Carrying my dreams along Having no control over the moment The day rushes over with every thought Are my dreams fading? Are they rushing out with time? As I grow, I learned I learnt dreams never die Days may fail, weeks will disappoint  And years will mess plans up But I learned.  I learnt that, dreams do not die off Not with time,...

  Like all other strangers We crossed path For the most It was only but an acquaintance All glamed and spiced I appeared absolutely gorgeous and perfect I ticked all, the box of look and class Yet, I was halfway through perfection For a minute, I thought you were clouded by love And like fluctuation of emotions It'll still be the same old story Tale of searching for the Perfect So I built a wall of defense In protection of my heart But you broke through them And pierced straight into it For the effort I put in to present perfect I let all down Because it's not worth our love You showed up to make up my flaws And I take delight in completing you In essence, I realized I was only a half who found my able half And took pleasure in making us complete and perfect My weaknesses were sidelined  Because you showed strength where I failed And I could only but complement your weakness Than, I know we're two halves to make a whole MaakaaWrites 

To Touch and To Hold   Life is a battle as growth is a battlefield. Growing up as a teenager was as hard as a life of an adult who wishes and aim to settle well in life. I had a crush back in junior high school whom my friends tease me with. Maybe I liked him, maybe I didn't. But I think I admired him as he was handsome.  Some part of me wished he was my boyfriend whereas my other part reminded me of my ego and how I needed to maintain or probably raise it high. I needed to walk with confidence and having that guy as my boyfriend meant lowering my standard, hence, affecting my self respect. The light of my emotions were green but that of my  ego was red. I loved my ego, so I chose the latter.  It was getting to that time of the month and as usual, there was a rise in my libido. I needed a boy. To touch and to hold. What in particular? Yes! Exactly what you're thinking. My sexual edge and drive was on. Like a keeper in a goal post, waiting with all diligence to catch ...

 LOST TO BEAUTY  I felt too good, overly confident let's say I was prim, oh yes and proper In the nutshell, say I was head over heels Not confidence of Godliness, or of good morals Come to mannerisms or decent talks I was pretty. And like everyone lavishes it,  It became an alarm, or call it ringtone or maybe my favorite music I hear it play it everytime And this shaped me. Like protocols, I knew it could make ways where there's none Was it too much to hear of such compliments? Or maybe I just looked it. Well? Often times, I was bull headed Reading all the "I love you messages' In my prime and I could change boys for 'shege' reasons. This is it! The time and I'm making most of it. The future is far and it'll take care of itself. For now, let the present make waves Oops! It happened too fast Just yesterday, I was prim a-n-n-d-d proper Today, I've lost it all Everything to beauty I could have made most,Most out of beauty Not of societal standards, but...

  IN A GOWN; TO PROVE A POINT The moon was bright, the stars were numerous They were a lot, yet I chose to count  It was a night of pain with memories As I started counting the stars I realized they kept increasing Soon, I lost count. Gosh! That's how much I loved him It was a stare of love, as I could not take my eyes off Over two minutes stare, all I saw was love Joined by lips, held by the waist It was a green light for emotion at work Not before I could resume to the world of man It was a night of unforgettable experience Memories indeed ignite awesome past I'm now a shadow of myself What seemed to be uncountable stars at night Ended up to be a moment of excitement It wasn't meant to stay all forever But I guess I was clouded by emotions All expected happy ever after Because they saw a perfect picture All through abuses, infidelity and brokeness  I still chose the gown; To prove a point All needed to be satisfied and I chose them over ME MaakaaWrites🌹

  IF DEATH IS LOVE If death is love, then shower on me the blessing of life If condolences are well wishes, then appreciate my efforts to live If tributes sums up my life, then walk me through the future If befitting burial expresses your wealth, then support my dreams and ambitions If paying homage often means you care, then check on my progress and don't be a missing in action Pain hurts and sorrow grieves  A shattered soul is a broken effort A frustrated life draws back the time A satisfied spirit is a year long of life Chose me as I live If I had a second chance to life, history would still repeat itself Because the land of the dead expresses a man's wealth Care is too expensive a commodity to the living And support is too much workload to the one who lives To the one who departs, sorry you factored in those who factored you out  Really, they do care but only at the time when your body lies breathless You have so much love, only that you did not live long to appreciat...