When you lost your praying rug, she come to hug. First year of your lost were rough,You wished for the same warmth you used to
Category: POEMS
They said we are all human, who breathe the same oxygen, given a brain and emotion, to circle within the same environment; -nothing different. They
Black with no currant is just a colour,Will never be the significant blackcurrant without each other. Strawberry with no berry is not yummy,It’s just a
Had a bite of forbidden fantasy,Not sure if it’s candy or strawberry,But it tasted dreamy, yet, blurry. There’s no solution to the confusion,Like a story
Our road to the seaside has misguide,When you could not decide,For your own black or white. If your wrongs are always alright,And my ride has
It’ll make her cry blood; –You’ve predict. You know she’ll hurt; –But what makes you did what you did?