We all knew he liked her.We probably knew before hedid himself.We saw it in his eyes,the way he looked at her,the way he spoke of her.It was obvious.Age didn’t matter – there was a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke of their future.Children that we were,we laughed and teased.But in the inside we were... Continue Reading →

Take me to Goa,Where the waves splashover your toes,You stand still as timegoes by. We’ll have a drink or twoas the sun setsAnd our bodies move to thetune of the ocean. Will you come with? ~dreaming of sandy beaches~

I need youAnd a cigarette The difference is I have apacket of cigarettes in my pocketBut I don’t have you coiled up in my lungs If I could, I would rather have you in my pocketand the cigarette far away

Scars on my hand.You didn't know I had them.I hide them well,So you couldn't see.I never stop,I carry on.The pain doesn't stop,Nor does the blood flowing out.I've slit the side of my heart,Cut right into the muscle.I'm still alive,But barely.Blood rushing out,Covering my fingers,Pain takes over my body,I can finally feel something. Amazing illustration by... Continue Reading →

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