Whatever - Duet by Ezeala Chukwuka Christian & Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

WHATEVER

Love isn't just a word for two

rolling and moaning to a coital tune.

Lust isn't a word evil

because it defined Adam's want for Eve.

So whenever

she ever

looks me in the eye

and ASK

'Do you really love me?'

I'll reply 'Whatever'

Heart for heart, love

The body only lusts.

Whatever,

It was,

I chased it for too long.

Was it love, feeling or lust,

I romance with it.

Blissful it was,

And with every chase,

I long for it like morning.

Patience isn't just a word

It's a sick man in time's ward

enduring pain from soul deep sores

receiving pain from healing words

So whenever the world looks me in the eye

and say;

'do you have all it takes?

is it worth the wait?'

I'll say

Whatever, slowly I'll make haste.

Whatever,

It was,

I waited for it.

And heaven knows I could have waited,

all my life,

As Eden waited for Eve.

As flowers waits for the morning dew.

Now talk of stars and dark spots

Talk of arrows and inverted bows

Talk of beauty and hurting words

Talk of hell and feeble gods

Who cares who crosses the finish line?

We all one day shall cross same line

So whatever

That's all that matters

Whatever,

it was,

I'd cross the Sahara for it.

Shoot down seven stars,

And walk though hell for it.

It was beautiful,

That was all that matter.

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