It’s been four days And I’ve gotten no sleep My eyes itch
POEM| Sleeplessness

It’s been four days And I’ve gotten no sleep My eyes itch
In the spirit of Valentine's week, I'm back with a fourth of edition of short poems about love. 1) I LOVE YOU I don't care if it's too early I know what I feel I love you
I saw you at the station right before you jumped on the train. You were dressed in a suit even though it was ninety degrees outside. You looked pretty serious like you had an important meeting to get to, but you saw something on your phone that made you smile.
In the darkness, she doesn’t need light to see him because she knows the shape of his face, the width, and pointiness of his nose and the distance between it and his lips.
When I read a book that its story stays with me afterward, I always want to write about it and encourage people to read it too. Stay With Me is my favorite book written by a Nigerian and I'm telling you why without sharing too much.
A loud bang and glass shattered all around me. “Not again” was the first thought that came to my head. I was in shock but only for a millisecond this time. I grabbed my bag from the floor, held on tight to my phone, turned my back towards them and told my brother to drive.
Our hands brushed against each other’s and I felt a startling vibration. I wasn’t sure he felt it too so I kept on walking but my heart was racing like I had been running for a minute.
I'm lost and I can't find my way back in the middle of the ocean and I can't seem to find the shore I'm starting to hear my heart race as I go over my journey