Wasted Letters 2: Wasted NightsA Poem by Chinedu Ubah
I remember our past in every singe bit
Without you now, I don't know where I fit Remembering our past, my present is blurred Blurred to an extent, I doubt I could ever be cured Thinking of the past makes me feel I wasted all my nights With you of cause! Doing what I thought was right I wasn't planning on falling in love the day wee met I didn't even know what love meant I didnt know love, until you walked through my door Love was a stranger that once knocked on my door But I didn't understand what it was about When you entered my door, I understand it without a doubt You loved someone (me) by night, whom your parents hated by day I didn't want to listen to what they say Sadly at that point I felt we may not last long Still, I tried lying to myself that I was wrong The only taste I will miss now: your lips Its been long and I wish I could get another sip You must have left me now, my begotten But you will never be forgotten © 2014 Chinedu Ubah |
Stats
135 Views
Added on October 22, 2014 Last Updated on October 22, 2014 Author
|