Lonely
It's been a while,
It's taking too long
Instead of waxing away,
It's getting too strong
Memories are when I could still hold you
But far away you are now
Broken is the inner most part,
Feelings becoming too ample to bear
Lonely is my note
Even when the pen is much around,
But of what use is the pen,
When the ink is far away?
The moonlight keeps glowing
The air keeps blowing
The thoughts keep coming
So does your smile keep haunting.
©Kporho Raphael Oyeke.
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