lyricalpontiff:
Bimbo, you are my chosen one
Me without you is a frozen sun
You are my right medicine, in fact overdose
And you are over those other girls, everyone knows
Your love is sweet vinegar, I’m taking some sips
Truly your name always stands on my lying lips
I love the way your silence sounds
[/b]My lust fond mind now found
Your kind is scarce like [b]ice in hell
It’s an open secret, it isn’t hard to tell
Last time, my words were clearly misunderstood
My bad, well it’s all good
But when you left, deep down I was shallow
To be straight forward, I was pierced with a bent arrow
I was a living dead because of your conspicuous absence
Seriously it’s not funny, e no make sense
I can’t give the exact estimate
Of the rise and fall of my heart rate
Our love was so fly, don’t make it crash land
Please don’t hands up and don’t fall my hand
Now you no longer feel free, I’ve got you locked in my heart
Bimbo, you finish work right from the very start
But your love for me is a civil war
You are my only choice I live to die for


Be the first to tell me the correct number of oxymora (plural of oxymoron) in this poem will be given #1500 worth of airtime.