She Flies with her own wings.. To know who I am I needed to remind myself of what i was and never wanted to be anymore. Growth is painful. It hurts like breaking structure whether that is of your bones or your core. Change is painful and really disturbing. It makes you feel uncertain and… Continue reading Alis Propriis Volat..
Whenever a tear drop spills its existence it feels like the heaven has lost its innocence. Whenever i think about you it's like i have destroyed an important piece of my existence. I thought of you as a poem in its perfection . Not knowing that even real life dictated fiction. It's sad how you promised love… Continue reading The devil tears..
The Grace of a Woman This is a little poem for all the wonderful women That I know, Who live life with their heads up high wearing their grace as a crown. I am glad that I know all of you. You all inspire me in a certain way to become the better me and the… Continue reading The Golden Grace..