Hidden behind curtains, she cried her favorite book was snatched away tonight a gift, no longer hers too fond of her books she didn’t let anyone reach out, mean, her cousins tho…...
Your Gods aren’t even real your bloodshed is condemned; stop before empathy and humanity turn mere words Your belief in something doesn’t define right or wrong, good or evil reli…...
The last cup of tea cold, waiting to be sipped and relished Alas! Wasn’t meant to be the last cup of tea held for too long, tired of waiting distant to lips, it be the last cup of tea thrown,…...
Today, the window was ajar she sat – surrounded by pages and tea today she writes; it rained. the clouds, thunder were music washed down rusted minds, afresh she began of birds …...
She is too scared of love, she believes. She builds walls of glass around, seals it with brick and mortar. There are few places, left untouched; a see-through area to connect with the world. There …...