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My thoughts are weak
Without your heartbeats to make it tick
It stays dumb it can barely speak
Fails at communicating
Constantly my mind bleeds, lyrically mensurating

Your heart is my champion
In the face of adversity, it's a Lion
Even in old age it beats down rage
Nothing can hold it down, it was built stronger than a steel cage

Like water and blood, we believed we would never mix
Always words apart, we were separated like five and six
So we broke the rules, committed sin
In the end, our love was openly seen

Cast the first stone if you were born innocent
Love never grows old, it's always an adolescent
Even after a century, it still maintains it's good looks
If you doubt me, read the ancient books

For God so loved the world
He gave us the word
Ours was a forbidden love so from hell we created sunset, digging up love buried like landmines
Together we were a whirlwind, our union was atomic, blowing away minds

Your word is sunrise, it takes me to a morning where night never comes
We were called mad because we danced all day, we pitied them, deaf they heard not the beating of the drums
A world with only sunrise, no moonlight
Your word is sunset it speaks me a world without night


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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  1. Your word is sunrise, it takes me to a morning where night never comes.

    Think of that as your word but whenever I read your write-ups some takes me to cloud 9 and some make me ask like will ask now "was this written for me''?

    The answer might be a no because like blood and water we can't mix

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