In a world full of strangers
I was lucky to meet you
All tagged poem
Keeping in Touch
I shall text you
Tomorrow
Weight
Hate is a strong word, even for us humans
Rapunzel, let down your hair
rapunzel, let down your hair,
so that i may descend thy golden stair.
rapunzel, there is something in the air,
i will be back soon, i swear.
Growth
yet again
i find myself crumbling
seem so brave
but my heart is storming