I tiptoe to the door of your heart And sneak in through the keyhole, climb under the soft, white blankets and kiss your fingertips one by...

I had known Augusta Griffiths for what seemed like a long time. Not well mind you. But I knew her, if saying hello occasionally and...

To the boy that didn’t Or couldn’t Love back the way I can Days, nights, weeks, months, years Your ego put my worth in the corner Sit,...

Everyday there’s someone new who doesn’t know. Everyday there’s someone new who needs to be told old news. Everyday there’s someone new I...

To see me in the painting Look beyond the canvas Where creation was born And the pink background, Fitted for a princess. Look around the...