It’s late at night, On the final day, Of January, Which already seemed like a year. We have sneaked, Out on the terrace, With our...

In a world full of muses, I’ll be your poet. In a world full of storytellers, I’ll be your climax. In a world full of coincidences, I’ll...

She let her hair down, To let him up, Until one day, When he yanked them hard. Yet she braided them everyday, Waiting for him to go. She...