As long as it rains And the seas forever flow I will love you still . . I guess I’m really getting into the Haiku vibe. Also, I’m kind of all up in my feelings these days☺️ . -The Grace…
Tag: The Grace Ola
I’ll come to you whole From the mud I’ll bloom again None the worse for wear . . . A little back story: So, I woke up really late that morning and kept sleeping back due to laziness + rain…
PEACE. BE. STILL.
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‘The Lighthouse is the fellowship of brethren, Christ is the keeper, the Light is His Word, the boat is life, we are the sailors and the ocean is noisome pestilence’- The Grace Ola
Lanre
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
The tongue-tied feeling that comes over me when I attempt to read your expressions and end up catching your eyes. Fighting not to get lost in them means I have to pause and gather my wits.
The name of the game is give and take
You give that you may be given
And you are given so that you may give
‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Tade was starting to get worried. Arinze lowered his voice
even more and bent towards him conspiratorially. He spoke in hushed tones. ‘I am saying that all the past owners of that house have died mysteriously and
everybody knows. Everyone is afraid to buy it so it has been empty for the past three years. Rumour has it that a ghost haunts the house.’
So, in order to say a bit more of the things I have in mind, I write them out, and they flow out of me with ease, and sometimes, even with some finesse and aesthetic. Most times, I don’t have to think too hard. The words are just right there, dancing around in my head, waiting for me to ink them. I write because I have more to say than I am allowed to. I will write until I have said it all…which will be most likely…never.
You know, when they talk about love, they don’t tell you everything. No, they sugar-coat it and talk about happily ever afters, the simple and complex arguments and the bizarre breakups. Maybe they even tell of some of the struggles…but they never talk about us. They don’t tell you of the several trials and errors. They don’t tell you of the pain, and the stigma. They don’t tell you about us, the ones who fall for people we can’t be with.
…The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against mine…and get caught in the act…
