Missing you
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Each time I walk
on the streets of life,
my breathe is held,
my soul can no more be free,
as before,
when it was young and strong,
then I look at the bus stop,
where you used to stand
and sparkle with a smile
I now apparently know,
I need a rehab for heartbreak
and solid sorrow
I look at the bus stop,
over here, then over there
with wishing eyes,
that wish you were here,
my sight is in a basement,
blinded by a darkness,
since your light deserted my world
I know I did some things
and you can forgive,
so I guess I'll drag
my anvil heart behind me
for the rest of my life.
By Kakraba Afful