This Force

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Light me up a smoke darling 

Oh, 

The somber appeal in your eyes

Its threatening my conscience


Arrghh, 

Don't you worry

I'll quit tomorrow

We'd be happy again

In a home without heady clouds


In her mind she knows 

Tomorrow isn't promised 

And promises are fickle


So when the day breaks again 

And neither is dead

She'd light up a couple 

Watch him puff hot smoke into the air 


Then he'd look into her teary eyes Whilst acting as if it does matter 

Stroke a side of her face 

Then promise tomorrow again 


And when the day breaks 

And no one is dead 

He'd beckon again 

That life you see- is on repeat

Because of the strongest force known to human 

The force called Love

Location: Ibadan, Nigeria

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