Love smells in the nose like
the nectar of a rotten flower.
It is strange of how you love
a girl and she loves another
Whom you no nothing about,
Yet, she claims she loves you.
How strange it is to fall in love
to the driest of a woman and still
swallow spit hotly in your throat
pretending that all is well in a well?
Is it not so funny and sentimental
to this fact and to the shivering earth?
Love smells to the nose like
the petals of a decayed rat
found in the street of loneliness
and pains of loosing a loved one?
We can fade and fade like the
gliding of a butterfly in the air.
We are the fault in the stars,
Nature made love and we made
policies that drives love insane
because we needed more than
the secret in the sky to survive.
Ask Romeo of my argument.
Ask Rose when next you see her
she caused the downfall of Jack.
Ask Eve at the garden when it back
She deceived Adams to gullible pain.
This is the yonder of liases of nurses
nothing is seen and nothing ever exist.
Love smells to the nose like pains,
pains of loosing a follow lovedownhills
We are all imperfect player of godliness
driving boredom strikes in downtown,
we are doomed loving a lover without
the smell that irritate the mind and soul.
©John Chizoba Vincent