Roses also have torns

They say in a club,

Be careful with pretty roses cause apart from their beautiful scent they also have torns and can stab

Uliza ata ma musicians au acter

It's better to loose a woman than your character

As for me

Back Home

I was just a young Boy putting my hat where i couldn't reach it

I played with fire and couldn't handle the heat

But the same fire that burns also cook food and this particular kind tripled my heart beat

She was beautiful and no matter how I took it easy with her  karma made it rough and hard

 

She was rich in beauty, like everything that made someone describe beauty she had

Her ears were familiarise with all sweet words so they wasn't any trick i could use to her that she hadn't heard.

Honestly speaking her beauty and brain were alike..like she was just totally fine.

And I wished she was my glass of wine

She was a dancer, pursuing engineering and i taught she could fix my heart

But they some parts of this engine that broke down whenever she did whine

Trust me whenever she do her dance move

You could absolutely fall in love

She had a way of moving with the beat like she could really twerk

Her back,her hands,waist seemed to know their duties quite well the way she made things work

The way we fuse 

Really makes me confuse .......

If God i really do believe

So i kinder wonder of this is tempetetion or love

Maybe i am Adam and her Eve

To say the truth

Where i go she can go so i wonder if she is Ruth

And the way she shines bright like a star

Probably she's Esther

But it might also be a lie

 I could be Samson

And the way she makes me weak she might be Delilah.

@ *Squishy poet*