Goodbye to the ghosts of my past,Met them one last time and left them all behind.Were they friends who never acted as such…
I don’t know who that wasspooning on the bathroom floor.I can’t read his poems today,I…
Ever since I met you, you were all I could think about.
my dream is
Critically acclaimed blockbusters and timeless fiction;plot holes in them ―none.
You can measure loneliness byquantifying one’s art.
Mother fights the anesthesia
Of the night;