Wednesday, 9 December 2015

The High Note.



You remind me of Minnie Riperton,
A Beyoncé, a Victoria Monet, an Adele.
Your voice,
When you hit that note,
Your high note, 
It's pitch perfect.

I'm god playing on your pitch,
I can be compared to the greatest,
Filled with over flowing skills like;
Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Pele or a Diego Maradona.

Your high note,
It's evergreen and blissful to me,
But clattering to the neighbours.
Your high note is soothing to my ear drums.
It's pleasurable to my soul.
It keeps me working overload,
Like the performance of the dream girls.

I wrote this while thinking of you,
Whilst reminiscing about our last performance.
And when we were done,
You went down on both knees,
And said,
Bless me.


Now I’ve gone beastings. (Hahaha)!