Showing posts with label Albert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Albert. Show all posts

June 16, 2011

Lost Love - Albert Kofi Owiredu

LOST LOVE



(Massy’s letter to Alex)

Music playing
In the background,
Thoughts of you
Crowding my head,
I scribble this letter
To you
That you’d find
Time to read
Whatever happened to you?
You were my all

Right now
I see you
In blue pants
And a neat white
Sweat shirt
Walking up to me
With a smile
This beautiful
As if we were friends
You introduce yourself
And ask of my name
‘I’m Agnes
But call me Massy’
I say

Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
I remember
How I couldn’t stop
Picturing your face
And how it would feel
In those muscled arms
Had I fallen
At first sight?
I had


I hear Luther Vandross
Do killing me softly
And I melt
In tears
Like I did
In love
When you asked me out


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
Everyday saw us
Share a kiss
Hold hands
I felt so safe
In your arms

I am in your bed
And you beside me
Holding me tight
An assurance
It won’t hurt
I let you in
It didn’t hurt really
I loved you more
Your sheet stained
Your eyes spoke of
A love undying

Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
You are so furious
I didn’t tell you
I got pregnant
And got rid of it
I love you
I would want you
Stuck with me
For love
And everything we shared
Not an unwanted pregnancy

You couldn’t forgive
I killed your blood
It was my blood too
You couldn’t forget
I did it
When you didn’t know


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My eyes are tired
From crying
And my heart
From bleeding
I miss you

I bet you miss me
The happy moments
The sad ones
Everything


Music playing
In the background
Thoughts of you
Crowding my mind
My pride
Couldn’t bring me
Down on my knees
To say sorry
Right now
I am really sorry
I love you
Please forgive
And forget.

(c) June 14 2011 Owiredu Albert Kofi

April 26, 2011

To My Unborn Child; A Dying Expectant Mum's Letter - Albert Kofi Owiredu

To my unborn child; A dying expectant mum's letter

Dearest dear in my womb
I curse the day I took that black potion
Thinking it could help in your abortion
But as it were, it would send me rather to my tomb


I'll be gone when you are born, the doc says
And i won't be there to show I care
Guess that's the price I've got to pay
For being so stupid not wanting you here


My love for you was very little
My heart was as black as a kettle
Now i regret with you I can't ever build a family
And love and live so happily

I'll be gone in a time not so long
Pay heed to these I say to you
It's like the few
That's so much on my heart like a song

You sure are out of luck
'cause I made you out of wedlock
Guess the pleasure got me confused
I failed to realize the barrier break lose

Those flagellated things then had a chance
To swim, wriggle and dance
One found that egg in me
And did what was meant to be

Pay no one attention
When you are called a bastard
Life itself is hard
That should be your notion

Shortly after your birth
And my painful expected death
You'll be put in a foster home
But you'll find soon those who will make you their own


Learn to keep your eyes open
When you fall in love with your heart
Otherwise your love will only deepen
And you'll end up bruised and hurt

I leave  with you  my bible
On its words you should daily nibble
I leave you also my love and all
our hearts I pray remain connected like a phone call

I truly and really love you
More than i do everything
Not even the early morning dew!!!


(c) 2010 Owiredu Albert Kofi

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