I saw her There at the doorstep Waiting Dark kohled eyes, Draped in nine yards Tugging loosely around her That vermillion adorning her face Those curls fighting to get loose … Continue reading Waiting
Loving him, I loved myself.
Loved life. I’m not afraid anymore.
He is a blanket of warmth and safety when winds are howling and wrecking havoc at my doors.
I don’t like to be figured out. What’s the point then. I’ll be like any other woman walking down the street.
I’m not mundane. I’m not what you will ever be able to define.
And, I’m definitely not you will be able to hold.
I’m a torrent of wave that would sweep you off the shore and reshape your world.