What is it like to find that you are not loved even by your most loved one..
A poem for the love of my life
Angels are made of fire. I know. I have met one..
What is this life if / There’s no drop of beer or whiskey / Drugs and cokes thrown to the sea / And lust is considered dirty.
A doomsday poem of love
A poem for my queen of the night. A mean yet beautiful queen
I was lost in a forest. A thick, green forest. I tried to find my way home. I shouted, “Help! Somebody help me!” for about an hour but nobody came.