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
game
Love -by Juan M.S.
If love was just a game we play when we’re losing, I could die from love right now in front of your face. If love was not action, commitment, engagement, I could swear I love you without the slightest compunction.… Continue Reading