A nameyour nameis such an intimate thing.One that makes me ambitiousto call you with all my might,with all my rights.The…
Growing up grills you more because it ain’t anymore about choosing between what’s right and what’s wrong but between what’s…
I am facing you,yet again! O Dear Summer!Remember what we promised. You’d let medance on a grass bladeand I will…
April, Do you sing any song or sonnet?Of voices of animals or non-living? For I’m tired of listening to the…
She is nothing.Nothing but a window to your relatability,‘cause you knowshe leaves a part of herself,in your jacket’s pocketso you…