

The warm summer air left Ayooh in a joyful mirth as she lay in that wide and beautiful meadow in the late morning, the cool
He was different, a different affection, His love was unique, it felt real, We were different, but it didn’t matter, His love was genuine, He
The empty spaces, the broken pieces unspoken urges, undeniable connections a couple of shy glances, a million prying dashes a crazy love affair, abominable ties
Noela, moya princessa, While happy is a phrase I’d use, My pen’s excitement overwhelms my ink. It’s a new day, A new year, A whole
Time is nigh, my path awaits wish me well, a little prayer a day it pains me to not spend those days with you, only
Never see my flaw Or make me feel low Always embrace me to grow Not like a balloon only to blow Always strengthen my weakness
If its a broken family. We pick the pieces and live happily If its a blended one you ain’t bloodies but you can still be
It was cold this time of the year, the long September rains had decided to reign on till December, the nation just having celebrated their
Good morning my morning star It’s long since I felt your scars And more from the last kiss And so this morning I grant you
I woke up that morning scared Rushing through a silent park Stepping on dead purple flowers The sun’s rays were covered in gray skies So