The attic is like my personal blanket protecting me from the seasons of Goodbyes, disappointments, dilemmas and my constantly engulfing…
It’s not fair to hurt your new people because of the pain you got from the old ones.
I hold your hand when no one else does.I translate your vague thoughts into words.A partner in silence A balm to…
Unrequited Love :(noun)– Being in love with someone who does not, and will never, love you back. Do the words…
My mother’s kitchen is like a symbol of boldness and acceptance.Stove of valor that cooks the hottest meals pinches itself…
To the writer in meYou are no lessthan a businessman.Selling emotionsfor just few words. Metaphors with blunt edges,Verses of your…
How can I do this to you? How do I give love to youwhen I am in search of finding…