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Stephen O Amadi

A Beautiful You

Do you still want a beautiful me?

A beautiful me.
A beautiful you
A beautiful us
A beautiful sunset dipped.
A beautiful cloud
Pitched a beautiful rain
A beautiful vase stored with a beautiful pain.
A beautiful tears watering
Some beautiful pears.
A beautiful life filled with
beautiful plights.
A beautiful trauma leads to
A beautiful me.
Do you still want
A beautiful me?

Otras obras de Stephen O Amadi...
Death

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
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Thoughts

I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
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The way she walks

I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
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Writers II

Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
Time

They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
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Same One

I have seen someone today The same one everyday The one who would chew with mouth… The one who would laugh to every o… The one who learned about love in…
Knowledge

As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
Time Worth

Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
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Writers

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
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Its Gain

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
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Writers XXXIX

When you Are young You Could Only
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Flattery

I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
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If You Ever

If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend
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Writers XLVIII

Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
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Disco Ball

A relationship without love is lik… Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted… And army of glitzy light of nothin… But a waste of one’s effort to suc… Perhaps love is easy to frisk



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