Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems...
A journey through her mind, her struggles; her pain, her heart, her soul and her mind, all expressed through words.
Four personalities Two souls One love story. Not the usual love, not the easy love, not the fake love but the unusual one, the difficult one, the true one. All the love stories start the same with two souls falling in love but doesn't ends the same way. Some are lucky some aren't it's just all about fate and destiny...
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.