Silence. #Thoughts

This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There [...]


He Looked Away #LittlePoetry #3

"He looked so gorgeous when he looked away Glad he did, so he could not see me stare At his flawless, enchanting face For this, he could stay unaware Of the fact that I was falling in too deep Cause someone like him Could never see the beauty in someone like me"