Quarantimes (MIC The Student)


I know that it’s lovely,
when I hold your hand,
ata tukiwa ground floor,
you still get high with me,
As the windows to your soul,
I hope that through your eyes,
you only see me.

I heard that you love to sing,
That your voice is similar to that of Simi,
Am starting to get a majozi vibe,
like John Cena,
honestly; tell me why you Can’t see me now,
I vendor fruits and vegetables but at the market,
there is no tastier; unlike the apple in your eye,


I’ve been falling sick lately till my doctor shared with me that I should have you daily by my side,
Keywords are the apple of my eye.
I heard that Fourth Street is your favorite wine,
I know it turns you on;
just sip on a couple of glasses, and you are high,
I hope you get a joint for that cause I am getting some connection,
I’m starting to have this feeling in my chest,
my paps called that affection,


Not only that but a couple more feelings,
The calm demeanor that you keep to observe,
learn and explore,
Yeah, you see that vibe,
that turns my world on,
I love that and so much more,
For that and so much more,
Allow me to leave this poetic note,
In the future,
I shall be extorting my audiences for payment, and since I don’t do coins, “just, Notes!”
So take my words creatively,
My love faithfully and take some notes,
The Invisible ink, with visible ideals


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