CHARIOT OF LOVE
My cheeks turned red And felt warm As his eyes zeroed on my lips The lower one quivered Hastily, I bit it to conceal my
A TRAIN STORY
It’s a chilly evening, On an August, Clea shy ! Right? So he’s seated in a train, it’s almost deserted,it’s just Him and his shadow,
RAVENS ARE NO BUTTERFLIES
The day is grim My shoulder aching terribly Breaking down over the weight of the shovel Whose edges have gone blunt from Digging out the
THEY ALWAYS WALK AWAY
They always do Don’t trust humansThey always walk awayShe knew I was bleedingMy soul was breaking down and needed a shoulderYearned for someone to tell
BLUE TICKS PART 02
So I lost an opportunity of a lifetimeCall it wild, insipid or tameI didn’t even know her nameBut this wasn’t my time for fameSo I
STOLEN WATERS
I told you I loved it on the floors With your body on fours With an appealing lingerie Of a rose colour from breast to
I’ll NOT MISS BRIAN.
I remember those times like my own fears, Those times when all I gave him was my ears. Those nights he’d drink in my bedroom
ALLOW ME
Allow me call you his teacher, Your love is kind and odourless You warm his body by your whip marks Stretches of sweet love that
HERA
Love is a bad thing In its name people walk through mad and madness In its name men race through dark and darkness With pebbles
