Not Over You
Not Over You!
I am so wallowing in loneliness,
My heart is very frail with sickness,
I have no one to give me a shoulder,
And no arms to keep me warmer
No one to hold me tightly closer,
I miss my friend, my love ad my sweetheart.
Memories of romantic calls at midnight,
Your sweet love texts late at night
The naughty jokes and you treating me right,
And making out after our occasional fight,
I miss my friend, my love and my sweetheart.
Why did we ever meet if we were to part?
Thought was your only king but now am your doormat
Why did you say you are in love?
When you knew you would leave?
I miss my friend my love and my sweetheart.
When you treasure something you don’t let go easily,
No, you give it some time before letting it go slowly,
But if it was meant for you it will surely come back quickly,
What a dream! But it is all left to cling on to feebly,
I miss my friend my love and my sweetheart.
Copyright © Wycliffe Asanya | Year Posted 2014
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