Sundays,
Like sunny days
Seem slow.
I lay in bed feeling low
When my love is away
In the month of May.
My hair is a tussle
Emotions are hard to battle.
It’s lonely in my bed
Maybe i should be out instead.
Life is a struggle
Without you to snuggle.
Sundays are like sunny days
When my love is away.
I sit in my room
The midnight candle burning
The only sound,
Is the ceiling fan turning.
Lonely places
No familiar faces
Just things that stare
Walls, chairs, a table, empty space
Laughter,
Talking voices,
In my head
It’s the music of beautiful noises.
Sometimes we all sit
With things,
And feelings,
All bottled up in silence.
I will forget
The pain that wrenched my heart
Your love was like air to survive
How you took your love away
And left my heart cold
My soul lost.
I will forget
The many tears, the many years
I held on to your love.
The memories we made
The way we loved
And unloved
Oh how the memories fade
And thoughts wane
For soon, I will forget
You.
It’s the way we play; our love talks
You touch my heart like no one can
You set my soul on fire with your love.
Our love is a beautiful place
Where we’re wild and free
Let loose in an ocean deep.
We do things like fry pancakes
On a Sunday morning
And make conversations about nothing;
We’re Secret Lovers
You have my heart and I have yours
And that is all that matters.
If I don’t say it much
I may not be the kind of person
But in a million subtle ways
I love you.
The love notes left under your pillow
The way I’d hold your hand
How I’d caress you
You know I love you.
Your kisses make me dream
When I’m with you, it’s the best feeling
My heart is yours, my sweet one
I love you.
My love goes farther than the stars
And even farther than the moon
You are the most wonderful thing
My darling, I love you.
Esther Gyimah