times like these, when im laying alone in my bed, i wish i was laying in his, wearing nothing but his t shirt, fitted under his arm, falling asleep to his voice and warm touch.
Joy Comes in the Mourning
I am me. I am the daughter of an Imo woman and an Edo man. I am an introvert, I am different. I am a poet, or I like to believe that I am one. I don't like human nature, so i strive to be less human. And everyday, i am searching for love in the smallest quirks of life.
