Oladayo Olanipekun
@ooladayo.bsky.social
Coming back here makes me want to write more poetry. I love it.
November 15, 2024 at 11:46 PM
Coming back here makes me want to write more poetry. I love it.
“What happened to you?”
“I flew close to the sun. I trusted its beauty. It promised me the world and a place in the sky. It promised gold but it burned. I fell for its shams and I fell from the sky. My soul is broken into pieces I can’t count. I’ve learned to never trust again.”
“I flew close to the sun. I trusted its beauty. It promised me the world and a place in the sky. It promised gold but it burned. I fell for its shams and I fell from the sky. My soul is broken into pieces I can’t count. I’ve learned to never trust again.”
March 2, 2024 at 4:55 PM
“What happened to you?”
“I flew close to the sun. I trusted its beauty. It promised me the world and a place in the sky. It promised gold but it burned. I fell for its shams and I fell from the sky. My soul is broken into pieces I can’t count. I’ve learned to never trust again.”
“I flew close to the sun. I trusted its beauty. It promised me the world and a place in the sky. It promised gold but it burned. I fell for its shams and I fell from the sky. My soul is broken into pieces I can’t count. I’ve learned to never trust again.”