Storyteller & Traveller
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~
Just the difference of night and day
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
Love? I think we met once. Maybe I was drunk, But I can't be sure. Do you know what it looked like? What it felt like? Tell me, Was there anyone else there with me?
