NO ROOM HERE

I. Feel. Bad.

Last night, Kofi Asamoah asked me to marry him; and I said no.

Last week, Kofi Asamoah took me shopping and now my wardrobe is a dam, bursting with colourful waterfalls.

Last month, Kofi Asamoah drew a kiss on my lips, while he entrenched a key into my sweaty palm.
And now my arms jiggle and my stomach bulges with milky flesh, afterall, I hardly walk anymore.

To Forsaken love…Fairytale

I once walked upon a red carpet.
I was surrounded by pink, yellow, blue, red... A garden of flowers.
And adorning my neck was a piece of diamonds and rubies and gold.
My hair was coloured with the most delicate of water lilies; white to signify purity and happiness.