Topsy turvy worldweaving desire webs with dreamsto take me to you,cruel time stands in…
Stuck inside,growing wild, untamed — I learned how to cut my own curtain bangsand…
Alone, I was never,yet, the lonely thoughts sneaked in without my permission,and the people…
Tirelessly we advocatefor equality,wishing thatone daythe responsibilitywould be equally…
the moon looked liked skeleton of those memories which she had buried somewhere…
One-Line Poetry Prompt: Break
For Heaven’s sake,