This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope wewe like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!
Love Is A Tortured Soul
upendo is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for wewe to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, au so it thinks.
It’s always being teased kwa the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind came and blown them away.
This poor moyo cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The moyo is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, salama and warm. It will never cry alone again.
upendo is a tortured soul with a unique nyumbani in the end.
Love Is A Tortured Soul
upendo is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for wewe to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, au so it thinks.
It’s always being teased kwa the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind came and blown them away.
This poor moyo cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The moyo is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, salama and warm. It will never cry alone again.
upendo is a tortured soul with a unique nyumbani in the end.
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the inayofuata table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my picha taken with you?'I asked.He alisema yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing kwa and gave her my camera.She took the picha of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are wewe looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
wewe held up your pumpkin, boga spice finger,
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if wewe have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if wewe have some days,
Where your spice fades away.