I didn't find the mystical variation of my needs
but still walked past my heartbreaks...
Perhaps I have become
immune to inclement...
You pounced on my vulnerability
with your luring charm...
The ghosts of my thoughts and the shades
of the day tell me destiny is a lady...
A steady drizzle of rain dances
ceaselessly throughout...
crying
weeping...
the days patinas into night more readily
this time around; offering four hours of...
14th October, 2016.
Ever heard the melody from nature...
Why I always come back to you?
Might be the night breeze...
12/02/2017
My eyes searched for something bright...
my throat pulsates while you nock
your words on your tongue...
Red is my color
my fragrance is sweet...