I made breakfast
You rejected it
Just like yesterday
And the day before
I made lunch
Just as you like
All your favourite foods
You turned away
Just like yesterday
And the day before
I made dinner
You went to bed
Saying ‘you have eaten’
Eaten what?
…You only eat what I make
I came to you
In the dead to the night
Since my pleads didn’t work
I had hoped to plead with my body
To remind you of what of we have
Hoping I haven’t missed it
Hoping I haven’t pushed you
I came to you
And you pushed me away
You pushed me away
You have never rejected me
Baby
No isn’t a word with us
No isn’t an option
Is it over?
Are we over?
Written by: ADEBANKE FALADE