Johnson Ongeri

When I look at the moon,
I think of you.
The seductive glinting of a shimmering halo.
The quietness of its existence, yet it speaks loudly.
...

She leans on my shoulder, I see a tear roll down her left eye.
She opens her perfect rosebud lips, 'Baby, I don't feel pretty no more '
I wipe her tears, kiss her on the forehead, stare straight into her watery eyes and hug her deep.
...

The ugliness of beauty
Caged minds, souls that will never be set on fire
Beauty that is to be admired but never felt
You dare say you're beautiful but look at the ugly duckling in the mirror
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The clever liar sang me a song
So soothing I kept humming.
The genius guitarist played me a tune
Fingers so swift with the strings
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