Your favourite colour was the shade
On the city when the sun set.
Your eyes were as deep as the ocean,
Yet so different from simply blue.
You said you hated the rain
And loved the heat.
In love with the moment,
But never the person.
You always had
A great passion for drawing lines
Between two states.
But how could you even tell
Fire from love,
And pain from rain,
When in the end
they were all just the same?
-Eunice Adewole
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Aren’t we all atheists until
We utterly believe in ourselves?
-Eunice Adewole
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
And in times,
People were using your heart just like a toy.
Tossing it around,
Not caring too much if it might break under the pressure
Of kicking it with their feet.
Oh,
And they took your feelings along with it,
So you were left like a cracked open nutshell.
But would it hurt less if they let you keep them?
You are dying to know and you wish
You could rip your heart into a million pieces by yourself,
Just to see and maybe understand,
Why they enjoy to do it so often.
-Eunice Adewole
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
She was like the wind,
You long for during a hot summer day.
She was like an anchor,
That would save you from drowning.
Yet, she was so empty,
Like the infinitive endless black holes you find in galaxies,
The same galaxies that were trapped inside her.
She just couldn’t figure out,
How to handle such a given gift like hers.
And with having a vivid mind but a broken shell,
And conjuring smiles on everyone’s face,
But not hers,
She decided to vanish into the nothingness.
-Eunice Adewole
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC