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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
