Lights Out - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

LIGHTS OUT

Prologue:

The Cinema was set

new movie, we're both excited

to be casts and scriptwriters

We cuddled and relished this movie

Scene One:

Strangers crossed paths

but couldn't just pass.

She winked and waved

and stole your breath.

You stopped to stare

and gasp for air.

Butterflies,

Spark of lights.

Scene Two:

On a parched wasteland

you laid the foundation.

With broken bricks

you built erotic walls.

'My this'- then kisses

'My that'- then cloud nine.

'My everything'- you both lied.

Scene Three:

Stranger on your bed

You wonder how you met.

You were too busy being hers

to fall for someone new

Maybe you never knew

twil hurt this much to be hers.

Scene Four:

Today your forest is dark

The trees are sad

and all the butterflies

have broken wings.

Epilogue:

Two by two, they all filed in

all shades of 'forever yours'.

But when the movie came to an end

they crawl on all fours unpaired;

she takes the right

he owns the wrong.

No sweet songs from the Nightingale

Not all love tales happy-ever-after ends.

Lights out!

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