On the night I met him, I was entrapped by his beauty,Casually he walked up to me, nervous and excited I was, His eyes, his chin, his lips, his eyebrows;
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst,
My mind is racing in confusion,It kills me when we fight,Often, we let pride get in the way,Our arguments cut deep. Cruel words yelled in a heated argument,I can’t begin
With searching eyes, he looked at her face, His eyes pierced her soul, making her heart skip,As he held her close, he slipped his tongue into her mouth,His kiss exhilarating,
We met at a tender age,Introduced by my parents,As a child, you are the only thing I had,You kept me grounded,You drove all the fear away. And here you are,
I ask myself what the meaning of life is, what has my life meant so far. People often say, ‘if you were to die today…’ do we stop to think
“Hey little one, can I walk you home?” He asked“Don’t be afraid, I’m your uncle” He added“It’s okay, I’m almost there” She saidShe started to run; inside she was becoming
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Many despise them but they tell a story of their own. A story many don’t take a keen interest in but one that is important nonetheless. They show a glimpse
I hope this letter finds you well. I don’t know you yet. I don’t know your name or where you are from. Maybe we’ve crossed paths. Maybe we haven’t. But