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...
How did we end up here? How did we abandon the good and chose to abide by the wrong? Where are the days when older women portrayed motherly...