Have you ever owned a piece of clothing that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe the world should fall at your feet? No?
Conversations With The Wind.
…but here I was at the edge of a cliff listening to the wind trying to convince me to jump.
So I forgave that first time; and the second time. And several times after that because when it came down to it, you were still mine.
Cherry Wine (3)
I went to the living room and turned on the stereo, hoping to drown out the ringing in my head with music. Nina Simone’s Black is the colour of my true love’s hair came on, and I guess you can say it made for a great soundtrack.
Cherry Wine (2)
To everyone else, we were the perfect couple, and for the most part, we were. I retrospect, however, I don’t think that’s why I stayed.
Cherry Wine (1)
“It was a lot of blood, the pictures are very graphic.” He says grimly, making me realize I had whispered some words out…
Art is magic. Not the bibity babity boo kind, or the wingardium Leviosa kind…
The One That Got Away
Shit! shit! shit! I didn’t have to check my wrist watch to know that I would be late for work. As it is, I had already missed the 7:30 shuttle. Yep, I am royally screwed. Running my hand through my already- dishevelled- formerly-impeccable Wednesday morning hair, I let out my breath slowly to calm myself…
This is not a Love Letter
If this was a love letter, I’ll tell you how I think you are a fallen star…
A Love Letter I Hope You Never Read
Hey, you there… No, I’m not about to start singing James Arthur, although, funnily enough, the first song I sang for you was James Arthur’s Falling like stars. Do you remember? We went to that Karaoke bar somewhere on the island but we ended up leaving because you said all that smoking could trigger my…