Blue Funk Of Love Poem by WEIKAMA EMMA

1st-dec-2009 11-11; 30pm.
……..You know what,
am tired of your stupidity
I curse the day you got my number
Your messages bother my hunk
I wonder your I.Q
Delete my number now you idiot...

She finally got me over my priorities that night
Am right where comrades got to be
My nick is comrade7
I may be stupid, with a low IQ and above all, an idiot! !
But she had no right to throw all that into my face.

i think of her and realize
there things that we will never do again
yet they seemed so right...true.
They were not meant to last


I hardly doubt my heart,
Especially when it keeps me
Apart, from what i need most.
tears, is not a word to bandy
when it comes to describing me,


I believe in the power of the brain, yes.
two souls can communicate
long as there is good concentration.
I feel it
she is listening
but doesn’t know exactly
if its anything to do with my concentration
I will meet her
and the look in her eyes will prove this.
It always does.


Its not worth any more. The fight Vlada,
But at times you are just too much for me.
why do I get a feeling your heart beats for me.
It kills me inside
Seeing your face drop
every time i come around.