home means to come back to oasis

where coffee is in the pot

and the lucky part is

ice-cream is tucked away

in the fridge, always, two flavours

chocolate and peaches, all creams

home is where my mother's picture is

whose smile means the world to me

my trophy is sitting like a queen

and my nightie is lying flatly on the floor

after a late nights movie, i cry

not because it was romantic

but the witch killed a dog

i want to shout out i love him

but then sob down saying

he means nothing to me

as he is married to my best friend

so this is what my home is like

my best friend and we live together

like great pals, into the unknown!

i am just a fake bimbo

he, a smart CEO

i applied for secretary

two month ago

he hired me instantly

i began to read his texts

his wife would text him

every hour and every day

i asked him one day

"Boss, why do you reply?"

he looked at me and replied

"Are you crazy?

her father owns this company!

he'd fire me for sure

if i dont reply his daughter!"

i laughed that silly little laugh

but one day i got fed up

she texted as usual

"Darling, papa is coming,

umm for dinner tonight!

what do you want me to cook?"

my boss had once told me

that his father in law was

allergic to mushrooms

i texted his wife

"Darling, cook lamb,

with white wine and

umm mushrooms!

hmm papa would love it!"

i realized what i had done

after i wrote the text

but i quickly deleted it

so my boss wouldnt see it

i had a minor migrane

because of her stupid

texts and wining and crying

darling this, darling that...

the next day my CEO

barged into the office

he began packing his stuffs

his laptop, his phone,

his camera, his files

he looked confused

and angry, i felt helpless

"Boss, how did the dinner go?

are you on a flight to Los Angeles, sir?"

he looks up at me, nearly yells

"NO! my father in law died last night,

my wife is divorsing me, and

im on my way to the hospital

to fill out a form, and thanks to you,

now my stupid wife wont ever

text me again, i'm finally free!"

i look incredulously at him

and smile, "Me too!"

magic comes from the way he looks at me

i collide with him and he looks confused

he notices my red hair and my soft curls

i simply wish he would kiss me, hug me

and when he stares deep into my eyes

i know magic happened, a rare one

i put all of my scattered tampoons

which fell out of my bag, him helping as well

and when he realized what he was picking

he blushed the colour of a ripe tomato

and said, "oh, sorry, my apologies!

how clumsy of me, dropping all of your,

ummm, belongings, so deelpy sorry!"

i shrugged and said, "no worries!"

but deep in my heart i know that

it was magic which brought us close!

there was wilderness everywhere

dense of jade forests surrouned me

the picturesque landscapes reminded me

of the painting i had once hung

but when i remember the painting

those incredible laughters together

me and jimmy had shared, oh, oh

the living room always lit up in orange

i knew that Jimmy would come back

he had apprently decided we needed

a total break, so he can breath air

i didnt know what to do, all i knew

i only wanted him back, achingly

i miss him, like a duckling missing

his mama, and all the sorrows decided

to knock on my door when i woke up

and saw Jimmy’s note, i cried severely,

“Darling, i need time out, from us!

if you need anything, i am leaving

my card and car and the house to you!

Please dont come looking for me!”

one day as i was sipping grean and

lemon tea, i remembered, the painting

how jimmy used to say if he had to

disappear anywhere, he would go

into those lushy green mountains

and never ever come back to the

skyscrappers and monstrous city

my Jimmy was not a lunatic,

my Jimmy was brave like a

ferocious mountain lion, fierce, strong

his character was so impeccable,

admirable in his own right,

like a divine Lord Zeus, born into mortal

like a thunderbolt, his decisions like a

strategic magic, only weapons of words

i remember as i climb one more hill

“WHERE ARE YOU JIMMY!!!

PLEASE COME BACK TO SUZY!!!”

i stumble and i roll over the hill

i land on a bunch of lavender, oh, oh

so rich its scent like iam in nothern England

but i reminded myself that its Ireland

my Jimmy decided to disappear to, oh, oh

i get up and i suddenly see a cottage, small

but a volutpous one, with a neccessary

chimney, smoke billowing, a green

pumpkin patch with a cabbage garden

i breath in and i see a backpack, i gulp

the backpack belonged to Jimmy

i stand and wait for him to come out

and the door slowly opened, i smile

the smile that signified happiness

Jimmy appears and grins, he beckons

i ran to him and i hug him tight

“Oh, Jimmy, i missed you, you had to

leave me for this treacherous green Ireland?”

Jimmy laughs huskily and said solemnly

“Remember i wanted to disappear in the

painting, i didnt tell you its secret, honey!

I’m its painter...i paint anonymously!”

Jimmy opened the wooden door and

to my surprise i see paintings of green

landscapes, of forests and pumpkin patches

i hug Jimmy and i cried and punched him

“Why such a secret, i would have

understood and kept your secrecy!”

Jimmy replied, “When you find a secret

leprechaun and you stumble upon

your pot of gold, all you can think of

is how to be happy with your fortune!”

i realized that Jimmy’s green fortune

was indeed the greenery that basked

his imagination and his hands were the

artist that captured all flora and fauna!!!

he was mine, i know he was two days ago

i went to a weekend conference, business, classified

i left my husband in the hands of my friend,

it was a sweet gesture from my end, the two

my husband and my best friend, stay over

and look after my two year old daughter, Yvonne

little did i know that when i came back

things would be chaotic, i would be betrayed, vehemently

the taxi driver dropped me home, i chuckle,

"home sweet home, my little darling, mommy's back,"

i open the door and i see little Yvonne playing, alone

in the living room, and i see clothes strewn, everywhere

first i find a panty, and then my husbands underwear, scattered

i find his blue shirt i gifted him on our anniversary

i find my best friendJessica's jacket, purple, i recoil,

i take a huge breath and i open the kitchen door

i find them locked in embrace, body touching body

i slam the kitchen door and pick up Yvonne and leave

i stay at a hotel and i receive a ring, i dont answer their calls

i feel betrayed, betrayed by my own emotions of trust

i trusted my husband, i trusted my best friend, and they

only betrayed me, hurt me so cruelly, its the second day

iam staying at the hotel and i call up my lawyer, Nate

he tried to calm me down, wipe away my tears

but i wanted a divorce, and then he arrives on my doorstep

it was Jacob, my unfaithful husband, i push my nerves

"Why?" i sobbed, i take up a crying Yvonne, feed her milk

Jacob took a huge breath and sighed, "It happened...

i know there are no excuse for what Jessica and i did..."

I cry out, lash out at him, "Were you two ever going to tell me?"

Jacob shook his head, "No, i wasnt going to tell you..

Nor did Jessica... we wanted you to remain in our lives..."

i sob, i wanted to tear Jacob apart with the final truth,

"i am pregnant with a second child, oh, oh, oh...

i came home early from my conference just to tell you and Jessica..."

Jacob looked at me blankly and asked, "You will not abort the child..."

I shake my head in agreement, i ask him one final request,

"Please sign the divorse papers, Jacob. I will keep both of my kids..."

Jacob looked devastated, he nodded and said, "I will...for you,

if that is what you want..." and he signed the papers put on the table

i show Jacob to the door and and i shut it quietly, i sob...oh, oh, oh...

i touch my belly and i feel the little soul looking forward to a life

but Jacob was beyond explanation, he didnt tell me why he did what he did

i only know that love had just left my world, i pick up crying Yvonne

and i feed her until she's full, i know i wasnt merciful, iam not Jessica...

Never imagined,

his lust,

for baroness.

To leave,

be beheaded.

Martyr I am,

he, villain!

whipped cream, crunchy cone, double icecream, cherry topping

licking and licking until our laughter takes over

iam with my best friend Jill, over in the icecream parlour

wasnt so sure which flavour to try, coconut, cherry, pistachio, or caramel

but i know that the moment my eyes flicked, i looked over, my heart slammed

standing in a black suit, with neat leather shoes, neat shoe laces, and with a purple tie

is the hunk, tall, lean and with a mascular torso, only enough to melt a womens heart

why did he look so alluring, so mystique, so demanding, “i want chocolate, please!”

Jill nudged me, she was impressed, i only shrugged, “lets go to the ferry ride!”

Jill looked over and her icecream melted, i licked the drip and laughed

was it my laughter or my silly act of licking that caught his attention, but he looked on

i twirled around, more so bolted from the ice cream parlour, i can only say confidently

it was a mistake to look over for he bit his lips and threw a sexy grin, and a cute wave

we walk outside and i lick some more melting icecream, but as we sat down, a saw

a pair of hands, smooth and nealty manicured, give us a cup of caramel icecream

i looked up and saw him, the man with a purple tie, handsome as sin, laughing away

like he never had such a fun in his entire life, forgeting about his first bicycle,

this act was pure, such pleasure in his eyes, the moment he realized he saw fun

Jill doubled over and accepted the caramel icecream, “thanks handsome!”

he smiled his sexy smile once again and im so nervous, like a smooth criminal

whose mind is only in the game of stealing, did i steal this young ambitious mans

attention, for iam not that good at stealing hearts, he shrugs, his shoulders broad

my heart aches and i wave nervously at him and he says, “Welcome, lick this one too!”

i laugh out loud and he only looked at my lips, i know it was a mistake to look at him

he smiled once again and before i realized what he was doing, he licked my pistachio

icream with such an ardent lick that i blushed, his only excuse, “yummy pistachio...

just like you...” and i blush even more and he walked away, his black suit like a panther!