Drummed down by thoughts,
They are as follows...
When colors don't blend well
designs are incorrect...
Sorrow can only
Hold on here if you...
When life gives you lemons, you can make lemonade...
Her heart was a seed..
And seeds grow with rain and sunshine...
Trying to cross the
Borders of your heart...
12th November, 2015.
I am a writer who...
The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...
you
no longer...
You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...