Another day another life Another you another time So I thought The feelings in my heart I fought Many times when I lay in my bed I have a lot running through my head Over and over these words I’ve written Yes, I have been
Fiction & Poetry
Negativity was never an issue for her She knew what she wanted And strived hard for it Always pushing herself to the limit Making sure she stayed ahead I wish I was like her Focused and confident Not afraid to follow her dreams And be
Last time I saw you You looked worse than you used to Before the breakup And you begging me to come back To come back and give it another try You looked unhappy I smile and pull my hair Been doing that lately A sad
“The day you find yourself is the day you might lose yourself” This statement played in her head over and over again. I don’t know if anyone has ever quoted it before but if nobody has, I would love to be tagged as the founder/originator.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and raised her head slowly to look at him. Her hair that usually gave her joy was a form of a burden to her now. It felt heavy and her head ached. The white tiles
“I’m thinking of something” He said. They cycled through the carpet as the music played on softly and they swayed to it in the dark. The noise of the vehicles passing by were muffed and they were oblivious to the prancing of the neighbours. Her
She never did understand. How easy it is for people to hurt other people. She read books about it and saw the news. A teenager shot down. A mother killing her baby. A baby she carried for more than 9 months. A baby she laboured