I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...
I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...
Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...
Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...
A writer
pens a book...
The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...
“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...
Tonight, I'm sorrow,
Just like I will be tomorrow...
When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...
Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...
I have missed writing... punching, punching keys
in the keyboard as if I was punching a punching...
She wanted :
to scrape...