Poetry is my other nostril, where i can exhale in case of an internal conflict,
it aims to be the canvas, that ma heart paints without so much as a fuss,
I look at the stars at night and smile, of how my future seems to shine so bright,
Pursuing my degree in law, selling cars at the side while having somebody I can text - sleep tight tonite,
I must say am honored, that girls stare at me for more than a minute,
Followed by a smile which resonates like a kiss on the lips,
Grandma taught me something important, when you do find the one, let your love flow to her like a tsunami,
And I promise you, love will flow back to you, refreshing your heart like a mid-morning afternoon
Yeah am smiling, writing a poem coz am willing,
Dedicated to all who will to be living, not busy chasing the nearest shilling,
But to those who take a second to exhale , through their third nostril whatever it might be,
But end up smiling, just like me.
