I didn't have to turn to see your smiles
The look on your face follows me when you're gone
From this room into my dreams
It's trusting and asking
Of virtues richer than my mortal pouch
You see an angel made man in me
But my imperfections are eating me up to the bones
You think I'm braving the storms
And daring the flames
You just can't see how consumed I am in my fears
I bleed when my skin is bruised
I cry when my heart is broken
Maybe I'm not that bad
I run from breaking a good heart
Each day, I'm only trying not to screw up
© Olatuja Oloyede
Happy Easter
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