my thoughts run wild
but all i get is a headache
no leeway, no progress.
i thought i knew myself
but these miss you nights
leave me confused.
i wrote this song
for the one who knows.
and when day breaks
i'm empty.
i think to myself
maybe tonight will be different.
but every night is a miss you night.
i just sit here and write
my black hole symphonies;
thirty three minutes of 24k silence
and four words.
'i miss you nights'
but silence is never empty.
they told me the best
love songs have confused words.
i'm writing this song
to the one who knows.
©Okang A. O.