Wednesday, 15 February 2017
We blow balloons with holes on them,
blowing minds without sanity in them,
went to war with poetry, got paper cuts,
won't aid bruised lips, after a hard talk!
you broke promises, and broke hearts,
look, this world is meant for the brave,
sometimes, it's much easier in a grave!
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...