Marco Ricci woke up, as he often did, to find himself sprawled on the floor in an awkward angle, his bony neck teetering on the edge…
If love is fire, tell me which fire you will be.Will you take time to love a woman?Will your love last long like husky fire?Will…
You got annoyed with the wayI read poetry. Slow. Manybreaks. To you — too emotional.You asked me to read…
How easy it is to love,and how hard it can be to be loved,at times, we struggle with both.Let’s blame it on self-love.
Laughter is a star in the void,
Mine is melting into the darkness.
Forever unreachable — forever rayless.