Sorry I forgot to note,

Attimes i wish I could be nothing more than a quote,

Don't mind the energy it's just another eulogy,

Sung by the cranky components in this broken heart of mine.

Before you offer me sympathy, offer me a bottle of wine.

So that I could drink away the blind butterflies in my tummy that made crush on an engineer.

I know it might be expensive but please me one, so that I can no longer undervalue the potential of this perfectly engineered pioneer.

It's funny when I think of it,

My emotions crush landed of an engineer but for some reason he just can't fix he's eyes on me.

Is there something I need to do to get loose because even though I've got the power to move,

For some reason my legs just can't seen to get mind and soul away from his perfectly structured body.

I know he belongs to someone but dear who am I argue if you give him to me.

It's like he's ignorance of my presence as left me stranded and wandering in the very prognosis of emptiness.

That incites a feeling called loneliness.

And leaves me craving for just he's stare.

Attimes I smile at him,pretending he's smiling at me when the very truth of the situation is that he's smiling at the figure standing right behind me.

You know it's funny when I think of it my crush is an engineer but he just can't fix he's eyes on me.

- Emmanuel Rayan Daka ( Le Red InkHeart )


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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