‘Freedom’.

Mondays.

I love the way You loathe injustice. I treasure the day That I first laid Eyes on you, And was …

Love is…

Heartbeat.

Butterflies.

Dark Night.

  It was dark that night. I thought you might Want to have me In your sights. _____________________ But you …

Delicious.

Reflection.

Poem: Run.

Run away from me. Run, towards the tragedy Of life all by yourself, Denying yourself Of quality companionship, Of a …

When he loved her.

When he loved her, She had all the power. _____________________ No weapon fashioned could prosper. All hidden agendas And alternate …