Adetutu Peter

5 projects Lagos, Nigeria
A MEMORY OF WHAT WE USED TO BE
7th September, 2017 Writers
  • A MEMORY OF WHAT WE USED TO BE
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You left me wandering around...

No longer do I feel safe and sound...

Stumbling on your favorite blue shirt...

Can't keep it in,all of this hurt...

I loved you so damn much...

That now I cry for your touch...

That no longer comes my way...

No matter how much I beg and pray...


Into my bed I crawl alone...

Just to smell your cologne...

It was a year ago since you said goodbye...

But your smell still linger by...

It fills my body with such distress...

Turning me into a total mess...

I didn't think of what you'd do to me ...

I let you through and cried even more...

I closed my heart shut and heard you leave...

Footstep heading away from me...

You say that we weren't meant to be...

How do you dare say that to me???

And now you want me back...

I hold my broken heart in my hand...

Trying to keep it together the best I can...

But no matter how much glue I use...

I still cry and feel abused...

For in this prison called "my Room".. I keep MEMORIES of you and me...

They haunt me every second of the day...

I just wish this pain will go away...

I gathered all your things...

Put them in a box and threw them away...

But I kept something to make me smile...

I found it and took it from the pile...

A picture of you holding me...

A memory of what we use to be.