And it is wide and clear and lucid; in my memory that I haul, about the tepid summer night and I was lying next to you, all vulnerable under the unyoung window that allowed the warm breeze in; you held me with your shaggy hands and with your hazel brown profound eyes; and without words I heard you, asking me to give you a chance … Continue reading summer night
I don’t have a huge list of friends, neither do I have a lot of people to talk to. I’m afraid of initiating conversations, also I don’t give the very best reactions. I can’t talk to you on your face, but I’ll pour my heart out on a paper. also I won’t attend your calls, but I’ll excuse about it on text. I make a … Continue reading The kind of person I am.
I sit here in my gallery and watch. I let the dry dusty wind wash my face over and over again. I let my tears roll down my cheeks, and I allow my nose to run. I hear a little girl giggle nearby, and I envy her being full of life; And as I look down I see a group of boys; shouting for, they … Continue reading The very first post: a poem!
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