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...
How did we end up here? How did we abandon the good and chose to abide by the wrong? Where are the days when older women portrayed motherly...