the first sight and the aftermath

when you feel that your love is trying to get you back

dont abscond your quirkiness.

make my day please

The portrait I painted, I would love if you can share your take away from this poem, it has some metaphors (not good ones but ig)

A little talk that I had with my grandfather long ago.

The insecurities that cement themselves around you, are the hardest to break through.

Here, I tried to pour my feelings for a boy and weave them into words.