The night creeps because I miss you
The depth of the night creeps upon our isolation
I miss you just as the moon misses noon
Only chants of thought and emotions prevail like the ripples of a disturbed river testifying borders carved that never allow french kisses tarry
Missing you is like an electromagnetic waves that shuns vivid feelings imprisoned by circumstance
Oh ! hell is mine
Will the sighs and whispers ever sieze ?
Will they be like M.K.O Abiola and 1992 ?
I miss you
But not in my traditioned dreams that are fueled in commitments
The night is creeping because I miss you
And the day is shy and sessile
Your visage has never spared any of my creeping nights, just like the insects and the nectar.
By Ouseibai Bright
Missing someone is just like been on a life support machine that has limited oxygen and it is leaking
