Open Flower

Lying on the cold floor, with my cheek pressed against the floor, and drowning in the emptiness of my soul, i decided two things could happen. It could end in a love story or it could end in tragedy. Its either he loves me, or he doesn't but not knowing is what got me on the floor in the first place. If he loves me, roses and butterflies and if he doesn't, well, i am already broken, into a million...

Letters and Numbers

Growing up i was always one of those book worms, Father got us books and piled them in boxes and told us to read, And the sweet part is, we loved every bit of it, From Lady Birds to Enid Blytons, We were his little books worms, We made him proud, I always hated school but loved to learn, The point of going to a place filled with pretentious and competitive kids, With adults, dictating what i can and...