Her hair was fire. wavy tongues of fire. She was beautiful before she met you, and you took it away. it was this beauty that drew you to her and you stuck to her and drained her; a leach but you were a leach with good intentions Or so she thought. Her heart was a flame It kept her warm when the world got cold you were her world… her ever cold world you seeped through her walls and poked her at her weak spots she let you in, hoping you’ll kindle her but she was wrong Her eyes

On our last day in school as students, a friend of mine (who i spent the entire 4 years trying to impress, and failed miserably) got the opportunity to perform this spoken word piece in front of the 2016 class.🎉yay🎉. It was exciting to write this with him… he’s a phenomenal poet. When he starts making his talent public, i’ll reblog him  every other week😁!  It was a mushy 3-minute-performance but i enjoyed every moment of it. Enjoy. The times are changing The moment we’ve b

We used to write love letters. you were that tiny tingle in my mind, I was that spring in your step, We looked forward to each other. Not to seeing each other but being together. We looked forward to the time when we would be free from the space that separated us, You see, the letters were filled with heavy words heavy with light-hearted naiveté… too-good-to-be-true words… too-fast-to-understand promises… He knew there was a long line of suitors waiting to lick the dust of my