In everything that's ever happened all these years, you've been my eyes when I could not see anything Beautiful.
You've lightened my imagination, glowing my mind and skipping my veins in praise.
Each day, I stare at the stars
Wishing they gaze and never twinkle at me.
Dear Ade Orimi, you've given me a song to orchestrate my imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
