A quick poem cause I feel like writing tons. I started writing this a while ago, but I could never finish it. I finally found some inspiration, that I weaved into the poem. (Dont try to find it, its h...
And I had a sleepy night... Too tired fatigue.. My dreams came in reality little bit not big.. I was walking through the lane.. Rough but not plane.. On eve of Independence Day my best came to me.. I...
Our love was a cover, just another masquerade, "smile for the cameras", "pretend for the stage" When was it that my skin became a costume, when my hips slipped so easily into a mould, when I folded my...