Ms Rosè

I know a girl
She's yellow mellow yellow boo
To the average lady I'm not talking about you
When she's inches away from me
her boldness and beauty is all I can see

Ms Rosè, the tension in her eyes and the glance of a smile really penetrate me deep inside
like a sword of lust piercing the walls of my soul
feeding me with unrealistic desires and a mute goal

Her sweet voice unleashes doubtful words of a silent goddess
complimenting a broken heart with missing pieces
Forming scars of pain and depression causing dirt
explaining that she once loved but got hurt

And I don't blame her

She simply longed for magic not knowing it was a trick
now left alone she is filled with sadness for courting with a guy in matric
I sense her ill feelings frequently
again and again she turns the other way with her arms tightly folded rests her head on the wooden desk

I try calling her name

"Ms Rosè, Ms Rosè", you are beautiful
As I gaze upon this fine lady with purple lips, a sizzling body and curves that symbolize purity
Her confident walk that draws towards maturity

Ms Rosè, I sometimes wish she was mine just mine
God's precious creation... Ms Rosè