Emeka Joseph Nnakwe

I was in love when you are not
I'm weary of mine when you are
You called when I'm too busy to hear
I reach out when you are weary of my species
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Cry it out!
The shame, pains and sorrow
You don't need holding it no more
Cry and let the masters see you in pain
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My life is filled with boundless opportunities
The one to grab and one to let go
Running a race to meet the chase
Making a hale to while the rise
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Soak my head in wishes
Wishes of how it could have been
Yea, how perfect we could attain
Wishes of how we could have love
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When I was younger
Daddy often emphasize the need for hardwork
IYA ATI BABA RISIKA do indulge on good virtue
Good virtue pays they say
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Back and forth
I plan and pray
Everyday taking her epic qualities
I love
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The wounds
The pains
The scars
Far beyond the cold nights
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Imperfections of our loin greed
Protected by greed of vanities
Lust of the eye and pride of life they say
Breaching the accursed taboo
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