I cried a dozen times When it was time to say goodbye I felt like smoke But you were my fire I knew you couldn’t come back But I still wished so I knew you couldn’t hear me But I still thought so Why won’t you do something? Won’t all my prayers work? Why won’t you cry back? Don’t you hear me sulk? Is it really time to say goodbye to you?
Hey! I'm Oluwatooki-Gbenro-Adegbite, I'm twelve years old currently, and I am an inspirational writer. I write because I get to express thoughts that can hardly be expressed by words. I love writing and i hope you enjoy my work!
I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,
On a hollow path you had failed carrying the loaves of bread in biting cold of politics scaring the lips. I was standing near the dawn in praise of dark. The sharks were coming. Here goes the marble floor for
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
Crying my sorrows away in that dark lane where my memories bleed till this day, So many dreams I had, but these sleepless nights are crushing me everyday, All the time I think, would you remember me if I am