Based On A True Story
This is a tale that reminds me of a true fairytale
An epistle of Truelove, a true dearie mail
I choose not to say a word but these are the inks of my silence
But the end of a lost love is the beginning of self violence
The epistle of Thelma, this book is not a new testament
However, it's evergreen anytime I see a blue moon and a new firmament
The pains are gone but the scar looks permanent
Sometimes, I feel like wearing the past at times, I feel I don't need the ornament
Thelma's love was like a devotion to destruction but it felt like dedication didn't feel the detriment
My heart beat for Her, the percussion beat repercussion out of the instrument
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The first time I set my eyes on Thelma, I lost my mind and found love
I listened to my heart and the beat sound love
I was high in love until I got to a place beyond above
I said to myself "If love is a wound, I will nurture pains for love"
Indeed, love is a wound and I did nurtured pains
Thelma's dogma put a dog in chains
So many broken pictures in my mind frame
Love was the dark thought in my blind brain
Everytime I try to meet with Her, the joint suffers a bad sprain
It's a crazy love, so, crazy thoughts were all that came from a mad brain
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She's the Queen of my heart but the Queen never came for the throne
Pain is what You feel when She don't feel how You feel, You will feel it to the bone
I will have to call Her countless times before She pick up the phone
The gate of heaven let an angel in when I was led into the friend zone
It felt more romantic
In guise, rapport turned out to be fantastic
In disguise, catastrophe became more catastrophic
Not knowing, the subject matter has already changed topic
Friend zone became real when She started calling me my Surname
Affectionate it sounded, my blind feelings took it for a pet name
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A fool for love I was when I knew She has a lover boy
I already know this Love plague will give me a lover boil
Still, I never took heed
This is Love greed I cannot get rid
Sometimes, I open up my books but I just can't read
Ayomide, remember, this was the reason why you failed some of your library courses, this time, you better read
Falling and falling, I keep falling so deep
Thelma don't love You like You do, my mind always giving me tip
I don't listen 'Cause I always want to see Her when I fall asleep
Tripping over Thelma whereas, Thelma don't trip
Then, to every love song I listened to, I had to weep
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Treating Her like my everything but I was treated like any other thing
Lord forgive a sinner 'Cause it feels like loving is a sin
There was a birthday party I threw waiting for Her to grace the occasion
But the grace didn't show until the birthday reached benediction
Her birthday came and I got there fast like I will be cutting the ribbon of the occasion
On this day was the day I understood the whole definition
The day I understood I mean nothing but a distant pal, this day provided an illustration
My feelings was committed to frustration
I was burning deep within me but the fake look portrayed another decoration
My emotion was regretting His action and the metal feelings lost attraction
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This is a crazy Love but the Hate made me sane
I felt the draught of Cupid, I saw a year without rain
The dog is out of dogma, with ease It left the chain
I left the city of affection and affected the city with my brain drain
I got a heap of advice
You can't get Thelma then play hit and run, that was another device
Don't never take a bad advice, that was Mama's good advice
All these, my memory had to memorize
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The go have to go, I just have to let go
Having a strong heart is when You love Her and You let go
I love Thelma but I had to let go
It was hard to let go but at the end a Pharaoh had to let go
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This is a love story from a strong heart
The greys I saw when my heart was a young heart
I made art from this broken heart
The epistle of Thelma, an art from a broken heart
This broken heart is now a mended heart
The story is a blessing, it added talent fluids to a gifted heart
Each and every epistle about Thelma is now a recommended art
Kept in the museum of every reader's mind as an apprehended art...
THE END
By Ayomide d'great
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