Thursday, 19 May 2016
That much light, in your eyeballs,
That much height, on your walls.
Late nights we fight, on all our calls,
Always alright, but with tear falls.
What's that? My face you won't look at,
What made us blunt? We used to cut!
Well, now you love more of your cat,
I hate it's stares at me, like am a rat!
I wonder what I never did, or even gave,
Made promises to love you to my grave.
When I said to you "I love you my Dove",
An empty stare was all that you gave!
at May 19, 2016
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia, Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina? Ride on the sand in a cherry...
He knocked on the door, but unlike usual, there was no response. No eager answer served on hugs and kisses that night like it has always be...
A picture in my hands, s lightly over two decades old . A baby tightly calm, in arms, m y eyes grow wet and cold . A tear splashes, on...