18.07.24.
OLUFADE RIDWAN OLADIPUPO.
The moody sun bets to leave sooner
Shore of darkness came near
Crows swirked leaving Mysterious siren
Tattered was the calls of owls
And the shape of the world looked blank
Blank was it, like a thunderous slap
Tempting and kindling my yet baked shadow.
Days burning for weeks
Leaves tinted in brown
Lost in taste and gaze
depreciating on razing land of doom
Waited for ya in midst of pain
But stormy was my voice of choice
Faded was it! Your smell of purity
Attracting bees of positivity and joy
Lost I am, withering in silence
You are one,the only one
One it's in everyone I’ve got
Your absence advocate tension
You're my confidence
That pairs my shivering wrist
Caresses my fidgeting feet of sweating pan
Diluting fear off for courage
Alas, you left me in shatter
Tryna pick up the pieces
But my heart shrugs not for amendment
Ruined, might you have left me
But thou art sēo best thing
I’ve ever had in my possession.
I believed you left for someone better
Better enough to give you gold rather than metal.
Thou art mīn beloved
Thine ic eom
For you’ve shown me how it felt to be loved
And how to crave for ya when my tummy rants for food.
(Old English usage: Thou means ‘you’, art means ‘are’ ,sēo means ‘the’, mīn is equivalent to ‘my’ in this context. Thine means ‘yours’ , ic means ‘I’ and eom means ‘am’.)
