To campus I went,
With innocent eyes I looked,
The passing thighs exposed,
Innocent me wondered,
What was wrong with the campus lady,

Weekends church premises well used,
Friends clubs dancing,
Alcohol ruling them,
Holy spirit filling me,

Then a girl sits next to me,
Shorts almost revealing her garden,
She touches me the holy boy,
Am left mouth agape,

She gives her number,
I remain gazing,
Is she good to graze?
A answer I will know soon,

She is dark,short and sweet,
Her eyes glittering,
They send me down the earth,
Counting the dust,

Weekends I no longer attend church,
Weekend hikes with her we go,
My rib I call her,
But soon she will make me a rib,

When I text her,
To the heart I feel her,
Down to the house she affects,
Yet am innocent,

I no longer attend classes,
Each time want to spend with her,
This is innocent me

Cats calls,
I only smile and copy,
Very innocent and intelligent I looked,
Passing was my hobby

Counting semesters was easy,
Yet exams seemed like an hell,
Innocent boy I can't let my little ego down,
I tried day after day and finally made it

We planned brighter future together,
Marcedes Benz our dream car,
Bouncing babies  our guessed pleasure,
Days downed,
Campus was taking it's peak

Graduation was near,
My sensual girl always at my chest,
Life took the other side of my sorrows,
Happiness and joy was my food

In the graduation list we appeared,
Untouchable intellectuals,
We passed

My parents celebrating,
Innocent boy regrets and sorrows
Driving my mind and heart,
Eyes wide open failing to blink,
A pot-bellied dad matching,
Oh my little eagle is gone,

I wish I knew,
The money I used to make her happy,
I should have opened a business,
Now am back home,
Stressed an soaked,
Flashbacks are killing me,
Am trying to imagine that I never come across her,
But the cough is rough and though,
The rib I have become,

Is she thinking about me?wherever she is,
She must be healthy,
With that pot bellied niga,
Money she could afford,
Money for her food,
Money for her hospital bills,
As she waits for her death,
As I wait for mine soon,

When we will meet in hell with her,
I swear under the fire we will fight,
Shouting to each other,
At the top of our voices,

She will tell me how foolish I was,
With the little cent I gave her,
Like a queen she dressed,
The iPhone I used to see,
Yet I knew her background,

She will tell me,
About the money she used to give,
The gifts given to innocent me,
Were not they expensive,
She will ask,

The fire will burn our vocal tract,
We will die completely,
Satan's achievement accomplished,
Others will be reborn,
Repeating what we did,
Innocent me,
I wish I knew,
The garden grazing safety was gone,
Those eyes still will hunt me,
Snowlic they were,
Nobody could resist what they sent to the heart