Poems

Is that the Beauty of Love?

  Is that the Beauty of Love?   Words, words are beautiful when they are spoken through your sweet lips. Sweet, sweet are your lips when your eyes radiate colours, And when those colours shine out, Everyone witnesses their brightness. And when the colours slide down your face, When it touches your lips and you more »

Thank you, Illness. Thank you, Boredom.

When you’re ill… Ok, so your cheekbones ache, you want to crumble them with your hands, annoyingly small hands. Your temples, your forehead, your bloody head, aches. It feels like someone is thumping it with something, anything, everything, whatever it is, it is ROCK HARD! Your eye lids feel heavy BUT sleep deserts you! Paracetamol more »