12 Feb

Waning

When the leaves hug themselves and bond with the ground Times when faces lose colour and your finger tips let go of hope. The place where your feelings wash up in flames And the smell...
03 Feb

Thoughts

I’m not used to living a life of solitude. I have always had someone around. I find myself in a very critical time. Thoughts dictate my mood for the day and i just play along....
27 Jan

Thrill

Maybe it’s the way you move, it could be how your hips sway every time you get down at groove. Or maybe it’s the way you walk, prancing your grace down the runway of my...