You only came, to say goodbye.
i know you're lonely without me
life is beautiful when you're nigh —
my heart feels th' sky you're with me.
And it was a first — love — feeling
under a clear afternoon sky.
love is a sickness not sicking
this moon is sink'ng a bitter sky.
I've turned our love into your name
and i call it when the rain falls
and when the sun sets like flames
of harmattan. we 've touched our balls.
i still love you if i'll hate you.
but you can go, while i stay here;
in this piece of paper, the blue
is sleeping. but i'm jealous of it here —
these writings are what you left; what
i hung on the only frame in
my room — the lonely picture frame.
"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo