8pm
(Series: Half of the dream broke with her)
Let my lines possess you to tipsiness,
Scatter your night - make you slum,
& when the night comes
Look at the sky & smile
I long to find my other half - just like the moon.
Let me rest my life on your chest
Break the silence with my feelings.
I’m a pulse - but you’re a throbbing pulse
That revive the corner of my prisoned soul.
Copyright © Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare | Year Posted 2022
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