So

Fri, 08/28/2015 - 05:01 -- JEZ

So I insisted on writing a piece for her,

The one person I have no words for,

This wishful wish has me blank on paper.

Words fetChed from the back of my throat.. I know,

Real knows real...

 

I insisted on writing my best one yet,

For the very eyes that saw past the blackness of the person in question.

Her cHaracter like a deadly virus infects any soul in the vicinity.

Now words fail me in eloquence to express expressly the extent of her composure.

Voids filled to the brim with words unfamiliar,

This cornucopia of verbiage....

 

I insisted on wrIting a piece for her...

She with the personality that sticks,

She with the horizon on the web...

With an S on her chest who needs the man of steel.

The one with a smile that births thousands of persona....

 

I iNsisted on spitting poetry for her...

Words torn from the other,

I will write the same thing I promisEd...

Black circles en-vogue like a magaziNe..

Numbers and letters Alike, I write the first of my best...

 

So i insisted on Jotting a small piece of her on paper,

With the very Ink of my mind/thoughts....

I write Chinwe Nnaji......

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