Backwards I Walk Backwards I walk With a lump of sorrow In the pit of my stomach Not again, whisper my heart Can’t take it no more To be a stop gap arrangement Because no one else is there An... Continue Reading →
And You Thought You Would Never Write Again Nights when you can’t sleep do strange things to you… Nights after the fights where Angry words are thrown around Hurts bartered Until one leaves in a huff Unapologetic, Unforgiven With mouthful... Continue Reading →
Morning Ritual Morning ritual of shared coffee with a tea person should make you wary It could just be their ruse to inhale any hint of bitterness along with traces of slumber on your breath as you blow at froth... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 