Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif

You made it seem a crime Meeting you Always trying to charm But no, never impressed you   Nothing that I didn’t try Always a step dirtier Churning out a cry But now, no longer scrappier   A step backwards New veins for fresh love severing ties that draw me backwards And saving ties of newfound love   Maybe, just maybe, true love Can be borne of disgruntled love

Love wasn’t in the air It was in her lungs, my love All I wanted was for her to be my heir Inheriting all my love   One glance And the will was absolute Rushing through my veins But it was still dilute   Due to the embedded thorns She escaped the thrills But I was swimming the thorns Just to share the thrills   When I eventually plucked the rose She’d already hurt her toes                                    Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif