Dad always told me to
'Reap what you sow' and...
The fantasies broke
The dream is gone...
Emotions unfiltered, when a lonely
sunset forgot to unravel its...
Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself...
An Old Poem
After forty-eight hours...
If loneliness were a flower,
it would bloom—only to fade...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |