You aren’t my friend; you aren’t my foe You aren’t my lover anymore. A friend is the one who’s always there ready to give a
In a glass of wine, I drown my pain A glass of wine helps me numb my soul. Sip after sip of dry chardonnay Soothes
On today’s day and over 20 years ago, I left my homeland for an adventurous journey for an opportunity and to find my purpose. This poem is to the man who shaped my life, whom I missed dearly, and who is always in my heart. My father. The photo posted here is the actual photo of my father.
I’m letting you go -the image so painfully dear. I’m letting you go-the heart cannot bear. The emptiness you left behind, It’s like a hole
They say the eyes are windows to your soul. Your pupils. Oh,they can show Pain, joy, and pleasures. The anger, fear, sadness. The pupils, they