I care (Adeolu Timothy)

i CARE so much,
My head spins,while my heart stops.
i CARE so much,
My prayers starts and ends with your name.
i CARE so much,
It hurts to think of getting you upset
i CARE so much,
Your voice becomes my lullaby
i CARE so much,
I wanted more, but you wanted platonic
i CARE so much,
It hurts to see you joke me around
i CARE so much,
But too scared to show it.
i CARE so much,
I just don't know how to show it.
Fhysx © 2016

Comments

Aponbepore

Your look is like the gaze of the sun, Like ice, it melts my heart. Your smile compares to an evening sunset over the sea, It summons and arouses my feeling for nature. Your sparkling white teeth Reminds me of the glittering stars On a full moon night. Just Like the moon peeps behind cloud, Your eyeballs stare beneath its lids. How much I long for that look The alluring one. To pull me out of my skin, To a journey beyond the creeks. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Happy Birthday Pope Fhysx (King Kyle)

The first time I got my soft hands on a poem, God bless the Pope, it's on his birthday. I wish him with this... Very soft poem I have a thing I name hope. Having it always helps me cope. Any day, anywhere tho' I lope With any man and his scope. Any time, any dime, I go dope. I am with a thing I call hope. With it, I scale anything and make the slope Any length, any breath I still cope Any height, any range, I feel dope. Rightly, with pen in my hand I feel like Alexander Pope. What is the Roman Catholic Church without the Pope? Who am I? How can I? Without my hope. Long live my hope. Long live FHYSX tha Pope. Happy Birthday, Adeolu Timothy, aka Pope. King Kyle

Oh!

Oh! how I miss being a minor, The freshness of each day, Like a fruit produced just in time The belly aching kind of laughs Oh! How I miss being a minor, Good OI’ days buried Beneath the tide of memory Gone into oblivion Engrossed in daily busyness Oh! how I miss being a minor. Pope Fhysx © 2017

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