A friend of mine has been going through hardships, hence how this poem came to be
I was at the play ground with my son. I was being a good dad by supporting my child on his birthday. "Thank you for joining me on this very special day, father! I can really feel the love!"
'[...] desertion has come to be the gospel of your background.' - a relatively old poem of mine, but since I don't remember if I ever posted it, here it is! ^^
NOT MY POEM**
With a red cup swirling in my hand, I was dedicated to remain passive and entrenched in my corner for the rest of the night. I’m not one to explore the vastness of a strange party, filled