by Ayeni Tolulope
She always comes,
A strange-coloured rose.
I’ve got my head screwed on again,
But this bulb will never grow brighter than dim.
Foolish me: always searching for the fairies’ rainbow,
For the silver lining in the cloud.
Foolish me, falling head over heels,
I’ve finally cracked my dim bulb.
Hopefully, I’ll survive,
Anchored to life not by beauty
But by a simple wish,
That love has finally found me.
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