I saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book,
He let me see every fissure and explore every nook,
After a few blank pages, a story commenced…
View More The Last PageI saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book,
He let me see every fissure and explore every nook,
After a few blank pages, a story commenced…
View More The Last PageHe’s a little messed up and I’m plain crazy
I don’t wish to turn things around, but he’s just lazy,
I put on different airs and create an illusion…
View More Two of a Kind: a poem about someone who gets youI like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain, Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane, Unbothered by the dark clouds, puddles,…
View More Pitter-Patter of the Rain – a poem about memories evoked by the rainy seasonHave you ever pictured a world where everything is perfect and everyone is happy? This poem gives an impression of it. What does your ideal world look like?
View More An Impression of an Ideal World