I remember I was listening a very beautiful love song. My head was down and my eyes were staring the yellow path beneath my feet. I have a habit of gazing patterns on the floor. I know this may seem so strange to many but it’s actually natural for me.
It spooks me wherever I go So, I hide in the darkest corner where it leaves It loudly […]
I find myself looking in the mirror and these eyes staring back at me,heavy with rain… They talk […]
If walls could talk,they would tell youwhat my roomhas been made of. They would tell youabout the scars […]
Her smile hides Some silent screams Some hidden scars Some haunting dreams. It’s trying To torn apart That […]