Hanging Up Poem by Blessing Asake

Hanging Up



It's stuck for one to pick
And it's just a wide moment
I wish the barbaric can smell it;
We both begin the day with a text and alot of smiling conversations, not until the day break itself.

We are constantly going on a love journey through chatting
With alot of romantic emoji; believing this won't end buh we never had a telephone conversation.

At night the weather looks different just because of the ghost love i do sense: now i can't think over it again buh i see the moon was different,
The world is no longer safe then we stop chatting buh no telephone conversation.

The date we choose is over,
Our love for chatting and oiling message is over,
We can't but do say farewell; the address for our tour is all over
No telephone conversation.

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The world no longer felt for the it.............in making is just a trap
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