You kissed me at 2:27 am,As the raindrops clashed like cymbals against the window pane.A laugh in the sea of sadness;You took my heart and thawed the growing anguish. Our lips met in an odd old-fashioned manner, Filling the chasm of air that floats in between our pinched noses.Our heads tilted at angles that fitContinue reading “I can tell”
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I would be lying
I would be lying if I said no one had the least amount of idea of the pain I’m in. As lighting accompanies thunder, so is my life a flush of humour, mingled with the wutherings of my wrath. When the alarm goes off at nine, I leave my bed with damp eyes that haven’tContinue reading “I would be lying”
Infinite boulevard 