Love doesn't just stop

The world doesn't have to change,
Human nature knows no exchange,
And that's the thing,
It ain't a bee sting,
No cure for this cop,
Coz love doesn't just stop,

How do you blame someone for beautiful teeth,
Even if they were a labyrinth,
Trophies are impressive,
And so are struggling antidotes an additive,
Listen to your heart, the beat is hip-hop,
And love doesn't have to stop,

Killing the one good thing going,
The proof is in the pudding,
It ain't no Spanish lullaby,
But poetry too does serenade a broken passersby,
Love was made for me and you, so take my heart and don't let it drop,
Coz my love for you doesn't just stop.

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JUST FOR U MRSM

A Bake of Bliss

Pure bliss has never been better than this slice of cake i had. Next will be photos of having another slice of it with chocolate custard. :)))))

Many more delicacies with poetry.

The only way we communicate

I write, because my life needs saving. Am saving it myself, no one's in here, just me. Am a patient open on the table and the surgeons left me there and walked out. Belief that God is going to take care of me. I know it sounds frightening and extreme, but that's just about it. Surgery is extreme, people cut you open and they have to close you up, but frustrated scholars my friend don't. The splendid part of life is that a scalpel does not tag along with it, or we'd be open all the time because everyone gets frustrated. But they forget that a scalpel never gets the opened things back, they just loose the patient. Although some get lucky especially when God walks in and brings His own version of surgery. Unique, no one gets to understand but the patient gets to see loads of passing days, alive, strong and healthy. See, when you are used to running, think you can handle people walking away pretty well.