Tuesday, February 8, 2011


I've never been one who yearned to be held
Always slept like the dead when no one else was in my bed
I've never particularly understood why you would need to be cradled
Never hugged too long, or shook hands at will
But with you I get it, with you I crave it
To be held, to be cuddled
To hold hands whilst driving
I sit beside you in a crowded room
And I wish we were alone so I could touch you
With you, I finally understand it
The power of a touch...
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from MTN Ghana


  1. The emotional writer emerges once again. Love this piece.

  2. eish... love this. vals day bribe, huh? lol ;)

  3. Girl...! I likey, very much.

    Miss you.

  4. @Mr Page, thanks. we aim to please.

  5. @Etoile Oye, thanks< lol but im very anti-valentine
    @lucci, miss you more!!!! thanks.