I dreamed of this night with you, I had it all chalked out, A dinner, a date, a rendezvous A walk by the park before 2. You came in suited, eyes brighter than blue, So chivalrous were you, These flowers smelt so new This is … Continue reading Late Date.
From a dark home, To an empty soul. A hurt heart, Makes a writer gold. -J
The street was dark as he walked, For how it was the other days. He bought something for the little one, Because he knew he had to celebrate the day. And suddenly then a bright light beamed And he thought maybe he saw wrong. Then … Continue reading Light he never saw.
Exams are always a bust, Don’t they know our brains now collect rust. It is the worst time of the year, It takes away all the cheer. I honestly just want to sleep, But all these books make me weep. To the feeling of house … Continue reading Exam Blues.
You’re odd. And how even are you? Then I guess we make a perfect subset. And maybe then, you are of prime importance to me. -J
I played bat, but not ball. I spoke to him, and not to her. I cooked when, I should have built. I cried when, I should have wrestled. I chased the wrong, but not the right. I made choices from the heart, but not the … Continue reading Who am I?
This secret life I lead, The mysteries that it lays before me. Nobody knows the value of a word, More than a poet that describes a bird. I like that very few know, And it’s not that hard to stay on the down … Continue reading Secret Life