It’s just me and my thoughts now, Drowning in the unending sea of grief My heart is broken; my eyes are sad I’m sitting here alone, so awfully hollow I
I know you are going through a tough time in your life, My prayers are filled with hope, my wishes with lots of anticipation, Get well soon is my wish
I haven’t been consistent in my writing this month; maybe because I’ve been so busy with work, friends and family or probably because I didn’t have inspiration or I’ve just
“Take my hand, let me help you”, Were his words to her, she smiled shyly, No words necessary, a risk she was willing to take, To follow a path, that
Do you wonder, Why people try to hide their imperfections? Whereas the imperfections are what make us who we are Define us and distinguish us from others? We are perfect
A gaze of intense feelings, as his eyes looked into hers, The wanting and desire seemed to escalate, her legs quivering, Aching and biting need, longing for winds of his
Dear Dad, It’s been 4 years 3 months since you suddenly left this world. Things have changed a lot around here but before we get down to that I just
“Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome” Isaac Asimov. It all depends on how you choose to live your life; happy or miserable. I may not
I do not have a perfect writing space as I usually write when I’m at work; not because I’m not busy or that my job description involves writing, but because
“You may now kiss each other for the rest of your lives” said the priest. We had already said our final “I do’s and were pronounced husband and wife. All