Bleeding ink on this notepad,
Writing to the one I don’t have.
Standing by the doorbell,
Yet, you are not here.
Got so much to tell you,
Many laughter to share.
Big or small.
Dark or fair?
Your smile will definitely tell.
So yes, am falling,
Free falling for what will be.
We just might land on the clouds,
Like autumn leaves with subtle sound.
So I save every moment, and one,
Hash tagged in your pet name.
Waiting for you to press play,
Perhaps, you’ve come and gone?
Written by Peter Adesanya, Oct 30th 2016, 7:14pm