29th March, 2016


Her eyes look so blue

just like the color of the sky

she's so pretty

that pretty calls her pretty

the though of kissing

her lips

takes me to another galaxy

when she walks into the room

my heart stops beating for a while

and when she flicks her hair

i feel alive

her skin isn't fair

it is perfect

kinda made of gold

her voice alone

can move Kilimanjaro

if she was a course

i would make her my first choice

money doesn't make man run mad


Lagos, Nigeria
  • This poem talks about the beauty of a young lady called MIRABEL

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