Tolulope N. DARAMOLA

Pack your bags; wipe your tears with your
tongue;
We should stop dwelling on the lies.
Fold yourself in your dreams;
Keep your worries away from your eyes,
It’s about time we sailed lone.
Pack your feelings and drift away,
Slowly like sea sands.
Let’s stop what our lies started.
One thing I know is that my love lies in your
beauty;
I hate that you love it there.
Sometimes, it’s better to cry than run dry.
Let’s face the truth and lay down our increasing
pride,
That’s where the beauty of our love lies –
Beneath our pride and the nothingness in our kiss.