the loving, the hating, the searching, the healing. [ inspired by rupi kaur's milk and honey ]

[completed] poetry from the mind and heart of mine -all rights reserved-

volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin

Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry

Part two of Torn. Still crappy poems from a shitty poet.

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

Crappy poems from a shitty poet.