The lines of our love are crooked —
ever spiraling...
Eight years old
Sitting on my daddies knee...
Breeze of her drizzling smile when
Embraces my withered heart, it...
Sitting in sadness, sinking in sorrow,
Nothing left for today, only hope tomorrow...
Puzzles-
Puzzles are a funny thing...
me and my heart found her stariwell
its easy falling down a few steps...
I’ve never seen you in the moon;
But I always see you in the sun...
Science is often considered
dull and mundane...
We are all chaos.
It was through a massive explosion...
Snowflakes fall in fast flurries as I
trudge across the side walk...
She comes in the door her chores to resume
puts parcels down and removes her hijab...
Since i was 9 i was the fat kid
Unloved by my father...