Don’t listen to fake philosophersWho say nothing is real and trueAnd swear that no one is right for sureTill…
Though we are but a blink of endless time, our lives have bloomed upon this spinning world — where heartbeats are the…
Some days are meant for being a wallflower.
The bump was swelling no more
Pain, the choice, the route,over prideful solitude,cleavage candor.