Not Yours to Sell
Most times I bleed these words; Deserted by the elusive genius As she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words; Salty waters blinding eyes As dams ...
Author: Khaya Ronkainen
Words are my friends.
Blow Me a Kiss
And what is love? Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer. It’s your everydayness― That gets my fingers twirling absentmindedly Tracing contours of ...