my lover, my bestfriend...
I was his lover atataHe was my best friend
I loved him
While he just held me, understood and felt me
Now we are millennia apart
Now we are strangers
The sun is still shining
The birds are still chirping
And folks are still living
Now I'm afraid that I am dead
Now I'm afraid that he is gone
I hate to have known u
U took what was mine
U made me love you
And now u have gone
All well's dried up
Were you not my beloved
Were you not my everything
I try to look elsewhere
To get back what may be mine
But folks are still living
They don't understand
They know I am crazy
For being a fool
How did I not see it
How did I not know it
I loved him
He didn't
But stayed and listened
And took what was mine
Now, I'm afraid that I am dead
Please wake me when the sun shines a new light
I loved him, he didn't
he was my lover and best friend...
Poetry by olushola ode
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 18:34
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