Thanks, Mom!
For all the things I didn’t say, About how l felt along the way. For the love you gave and the work you have done, Here’s appreciation from your admiring son.
Read morePoets & Poetry 2019
My first love
Voices screeching, fingers pointing. A cruel world made for strangers. Blame is crushing, guilt is haunting. A prison that no one escapes.
Read moreBeauty in everything
There is a certain beauty in everything, A mesmerising sort of one, A kind that takes your breath away, And a kind that shatters your heart.
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