How come
we always want...
Tiny fingers, tiny toes...
little itty-bitty clothes...
Sometimes I'm afraid to look deep inside me,
For fear of the hatred that I might see...
When we were young everything was great
We didn't even know the definition of hate...
A girl in the corner
Searching space...
The wooden chest adorned with pearls immaculate
contains diamonds of thoughts and whispers...
Do you know what it is like to be sleepless
Did you ever tear apart the pillow with your nails...
Sipping at green tea
from a bottle, I wonder...
A big black hole
Inside swarming galaxies...
Every tear falls for a reason
every dream shattered for a cause...
Searching,
for things unseen...
My Fortress
There is a yearning in me, I am woman...