Her large eyes I adore I've never seen anything cuter or prettier or more beautiful Her little arms and little feet And her skin so smooth with that fragrance I could hold her for days She has my heart She is my everything But before her comes her mother My world My baby.
I took a trip to heaven. Not that I died, no, In my imagination. I took a trip to heaven. With glassy roads and golden pillars Pure love and utmost praise Garden full of flowers My favourites, roses and lilies Birds and kittens Bunnies and lions. White and sinless beings Were all I saw I'll… Continue reading Heaven
I won't pretend I'm happy I won't pretend I don't understand I won't pretend I don't want you Or deny that I miss you. I won't say I won't wait I'll be watching from afar Maybe one day you'll change your mind? And I'll be here, like I never left.
I probably wasn't the same to him For he doesn't look at me the way I looked at him He doesn't smile just like I do when I catch a glimpse of him He doesn't turn back when I could stare for ages I probably wasn't of the same value to him as he was… Continue reading Probably or Maybe
She wasn't chocolate dipped in gold She was gold, dipped in chocolate. Forged in the hottest part of the world, made to endure pains. Hard enough to withstand anything but just as soft on the inside. Pure gold dipped in chocolate embroidered with elegance, grace and a crown that sits perfectly on her head. She's… Continue reading Goldcolât
You know what I love about writers? And writing, lol. We're so many, all of different ages, races and colours. But then, no matter the story or poem, even if they mean the same thing, we all come up with different words and ideas and it's just so beautiful how so many different posts from… Continue reading Writers Appreciation Post.
The caterpillar Turned into a butterfly.
We were fine He was too busy I wasn't cool with it We talked, tried to figure it out Got tired of his mood swings Kept a lot hidden cause it all seemed like a disturbance Now, there's another in between Found out he's betrothed Seems he doesn't care about us anymore He's found his… Continue reading Midnight Chills.
To and fro I swing, The wind blowing gently on my face. The sky is a shade of orange, I've waited like this everyday, for countless days. A black car parks beside the playground, It's time to go home. A Daily Post Prompt. <a href=" Countless">