Friday, 27 January 2017
Written melodies in the eyes,
Singing songs, till hearts rise,
This is narrow, bone marrow,
Draw an arrow, Jack sparrow.
With a name spelt backwards,
Is it not amusing I lack words,
Listen to me, give back words,
Blue quills I want black words.
Sing them a song, "La, la, la..."
Bullet shots? Or just "tequila",
Till death do us...didn't kill her,
Not guilty, but I know the killer!
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia, Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina? Ride on the sand in a cherry...
He knocked on the door, but unlike usual, there was no response. No eager answer served on hugs and kisses that night like it has always be...
A picture in my hands, s lightly over two decades old . A baby tightly calm, in arms, m y eyes grow wet and cold . A tear splashes, on...