Thursday, 7 April 2011

Note to self.

Man projected, he could not bore
That's how he pushed me through my bedroom door

Boy perfected, I can not abide
Deluded deceiver, mistaken as bona fide

Monday, 28 March 2011

Thursday, 24 March 2011


He whispers, a smile consumes my face.
Yet I try to refrain and hold my grace.

This will never be what we want it to be,
on that I know we cannot agree.

I rest alone, hide on my own.

A sentimental yearning is all for he,
I regret a selfish lover is now for me.

by me