Yes! I have mad love for this guy
Rumor has it that he has been lying to me
The wise girls have advised me to stay off
But my heart loves the lies because the truth hurts
So I hear he has another lady and I am just a side chick
if so, then I am the perfect missing rib!
The darkness told me the reason why I only see him late at night is because he spends his day with his perfect chick
I heard her once as she passed by my window
She speaks impeccable English!
The scent of her perfume filled my room for about 30 minutes
I knew it was her because I always smell the perfume on him anytime he sneaks into my blanket after she leaves
The click of her heels proves without a doubt that she is strong
But as long as my baby has never mentioned her,
I choose to be pampered with his lies
He once promised to marry me
But since then, he has not mentioned it
Just last week, I heard the birds singing about the 1000 carat diamond ring he proposed with,
But he didn’t fail to touch my body the very night he got engaged
That night he kissed me hard like never before
So I don’t care if he buys her the whole world
I love that fear that stops him from telling me the truth
I know I am irresistible!
I don’t blame him!
That is why he can’t hurt me with the truth.
Keep whispering the lies deep inside my ears…
Let me feel your lying tongue
Let me see your desperate eyes fixed on my body
I want to feel the heat from your body burn mine with your lies!
Never speak the truth… don’t hurt me!
I’m no cheat, so I wonder why her mind would journey that far?
My heartbeat speaks the truth of what she means to me
So why will I pour bile on this delicacy of true love?
Truth be told, her inner beauty and strength makes it impossible
To find solace in another’s arms
Her physical beauty the song to which day and night dance to
The taste of my name on her lips each time she mutters it under her gentle breath
When we kiss is like fresh unleavened bread dipped in virgin honey on the lips of a hungry soul
It’s true I do have a friend who speaks impeccable English
And I do know her perfume is strong that it resurrects my asthma
But that is nothing compared to Nana Yaa’s lips that make speech blush
And eloquence lose its footing.
Does she for a second know how missing her feels like?
Water becomes tastelessly tasteless and my thoughts refuse to bloom
My heart beats squeal, squeak and the waters from my eyes’ fountains gash out
Yet orchid blossom of my love for her blossoms
So tell me what sort of man will pamper his soul with lies
And still make his heart feel the way I feel about her?
How can I buy her supposed rival the whole world when she, Nana Yaa is my whole world?
So now I fear she wouldn’t see the real essence of what we have.
How can she see past all these lies of the ‘wise’ when she allows her heart to be ruled by an irrelevant cacophony of questions she has the true answers to?
I wish I could quiet all her doubts created by rumors that are nothing but rumors
Gag all the anxiety she feels and let the silence of our love sing
Time is the cloth that binds us to the back of fate
And loyalty is the walking stick that makes our love walk steady.
Tell her she is the rhythm and melody to my music
The only mosquito in my net (please continue biting)
And without her I’m as useless as ‘eue’ without que in spelling QUEUE
Written by Rita Nana Yaa Agyakwa & Selikem Kweku Tenu Geni. (c)