Let's say,
we met how
the earth meets
a shooting star.
A bit of
you broke,
a whole of
me burnt.-
23 FEB 2017 AT 21:03
22 JAN 2018 AT 15:46
If kisses didn't exist,
love would feel like
poetry without passion.-
2 FEB 2018 AT 10:16
They purify themselves passing through you.
Their unwanted attributes now your residue.
You filter them but you're in vain,
Once you're used, replaced again...-
11 DEC 2017 AT 16:59
I rent old houses
because just like me
they were once home
to someone,
and we both need
someone to make us
habitable again.-
24 AUG 2018 AT 19:13
Poetry is my first love.
Poetry is my last heart break.
So, it's okay for me
if my poem doesn't rhyme.-
26 JAN 2018 AT 14:33
Some conversations induce poetry,
Some conversations are poetry.-