OBSESSION

We holding hands

Running like two doves

We dancing under the keen eyes of the moon

And bathing with the tears of the sky

We kissing, tasting the rain

And wishing to possess our bodies

After we knew each other,

The spider’s web which entangled, got torn

By the sharp claws of disdain

There was no fool to stop the voice of superiority

And so we bickered, my insults flowing like a speaker in a mega phone

Your hands seeking to suffocate me

And that was how I saw our story

In my dream, just sit, watch this movie

In your daydreams, and snap out of your obsession.

Tags #AFRICAN WRITERS, DISCERNMENT, love, POETRY., PREMONITIONS

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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