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

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