Passion

It’s our lip-stained secrets that are exchanged in hush tones.
It’s the stares from across the room – primal, yet tender.
It’s the chill that sits in the core of my spine whenever you whisper my name.

His Laughter

I had carried a tune of melancholy,
With salty lips and salty eyes,
I bobbed – a sinking ship,
But that sound anchored me.
And I wanted to remain tethered to it for eternity.

The Snake Charmer

Snippets of what’s been going through my mind: Stay tuned, lovelies.

Am I a Poet?

I have decided to dabble in some poetry writing. I by no means claim to be a poet, but lately I have been feeling inspired by some beautiful prose and some truly beautiful and talented people.