And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

some days,
the skies are dark and cold...

He thinks he thinks the way I think:
in that... one must be open minded...

Life is like a balloon
inflating...

If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...

...

My poems
like the moon...

Sometimes on my way to work, while at the stops,
I curl my hair with my fingertips as if I'm...

Ha! Boy, you see!
it's a reflection. It's a contemplation...

Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...

I,
Simply...

I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you...