“Held between hearts, that pulled mine asunder. Called me a sinner.”
Category: Poetry
Never Again
“Never held thorns, Saying – My hands would heal…”
Does it ever end?
“Another bus stop. Another bag. Another guy, and I’m taken back… Another panic attack.”
To the One I called, my Friend
“Et tu Brute? I want to scream… At the lips that plotted with me while conquering what’s mine”
Remember Me
“Like mindless beasts, to our master’s wine… Till our frail fingers refuse to feed.”
What do you do?
“And cry to the pain of another…”
Colours of Autumn
“Do you hate me as you hold me?… your leaves. They change… Maybe the red ones mean love…”
Lady Inkwell 