From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people … Continue reading Rumination

An old draft 2

I wish I could write a poem for you, darling; I wish I could sing for you but I laugh at that thought because it'd be as fake as our love. You wanted a pastime and I was lonely. Perfect match eh? Probably not. Oh how I hated your giggles! Remember when you laughed out … Continue reading An old draft 2