It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a stranger
Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.
He was tall and handsome,
He had a bald head, "damn" fit,
In his late thirties,
Way better than Brad Pitt.
We clicked in a second.
He took off my gold mask,
And when his green eyes looked at mine,
They took my breath, not only that...
From time to time I find myself
Lying in these sheets,
Closing my eyes, trying to feel
That the man touching me, is him.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
