I’m hiding my feelings because it harms you,I’m secretly crying because it makes you feel pain,You…
I hate to wait;
“brighten the colours nowit’s October.”Heart says.
I am the shein every elegywritten in agony
The learned gaze goes hunting dressed in black,boaster of pale maturity,wrapped in a thick…
“The One You Loved . . .” by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
Disarm me.Wrap me in your arms.Hold meand don’t ask why.I may cry.Hold me tighter.Tell me I’ll be ok.