My little, cudly dream This fuzzy feeling May be my damnation. Yet I dream Scarlet on green. My lovely, sacred dream Tastes, like salvation.
Forward. Let’s move, move,move onward. Where the skies are green and the grass is blue and nobody dares to tell us what the hell we should do.… Read more “Movement”
No inspiration today Not one singular thought that could be caught and weaved into a lace of something not entirely reiterating. The muse refuses to sway from… Read more “Not today”
He is a gentleman Treating me right. No useless stress, No needless fright. He listens to me, He makes me smile. I feel safe and sound and… Read more “Curse”
I don’t want diamonds or thousands of roses weathering on a window seal. No sugary sirens with silver-bell voices are needed to prove how you feel. I… Read more “What I want”