She never gave second chances. He didn’t take the first plunge. And so, their love story began.
There is no greater sorrow than that no one knows of.
l am sugar in water when you walk with me.
What does one do with this makeup?
A line dividing you from the world.
Ladders leading nowhere.
If life were a blanket,
as flames lusting darkness,
What does the mirror tell you?
Silence is useless, so use it sparingly
You don’t color my thoughts, you shade them.
As you face another loaded second,
A story gone wrong.
Are you still at the first chapter?
It started with love. Surprise surprise,
the plot had a twist.
This book is best in a library, and you,
can you write another?
My morning sunshine has no place for his rantings. If it did, I would blind him in rays of piercing needles.
What then, is consciousness? A flicker, like untamed candle flames, irreverent? Why should it respond to you? Who are you?
When you have nothing to do, you can finally afford to be irresponsible.