Loca-poem
Passionate as a misfired bullet, You aim at me but never hit, you have no target, but you lit the whole place on fire. Then you see through your own eyes, though there’s nothing else to see, this… Continue Reading
Passionate as a misfired bullet, You aim at me but never hit, you have no target, but you lit the whole place on fire. Then you see through your own eyes, though there’s nothing else to see, this… Continue Reading →
She was woken up by the alarm. 7 am; just enough time to have breakfast and drive to work. Her boyfriend wasn’t in bed anymore, which was strange because she always needed to wake him up. But more strangely still,… Continue Reading →