If I have no purpose, Or passion, No legacy to leave behind Let my sole intention be to be kind.


In heat-- A slice of sunlight Creeps through the curtains, Marking the bed sheet before us. Hot, heavy Hand holding At dawn.


The birds begin chirping at 4 The sun rises at 5 Though, on a Satutday Our city sleeps until noon. So, the birds go unheard, The sun waits, unnoticed.


I hid from a boy I loved Not in fear of him But of the sight Of my reflection in his eyes. Though, it was I who couldn't see clearly. Soon, I realized the nights I had prayed for love God had answered me over and over again By sending me to myself. But, I... Continue Reading →

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