MaakaaWrites

  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...