After two fucking months, today morning, stumbling upon a sleepless night, I couldn't resist drowning again, into that vicious cloud of smoke. A trip up. I have loved you a little less in the past few

It is an immense pleasure taking part in the #bwphotocontest hosted by @daveks. Being new to steemit, I hope this will give me an exposure to the extended steemit community. All the below pictures were

Burn some oak with the regular wood, tonight. Yes, it is you, falling and breaking. Get yourself those berries you have always thought of collecting from the hillside when you were that jolly little kid.

Munna pinna theriyaatha oru payannukaaga kanneer vidra antha Manasu irruke, athaan Kadavul. (Shedding tears for somebody you don’t know? that is God!) -Anbe Sivam Please follow and support the content.

Stare. Stare. Stare. And perform what your love is made up of Of gray eyes and a mess inside, like a multitude of galactic whirls, where we stand still, in salt water and stardust floating, on the surface

How well do you know my soul? I've tried selling my soul, but you'd rather go for "voluptuous"/ "sexy". Forever is but a myth that's always been eating me. I'm burying you inside my

"You are one unsung poetry from the dense oaks, devoured by men and women of rich tastes destroying you to bones. It breaks their ribs, making way to their heart, and it's not love but beyond. You

He addresses me to his friends as a star. I stare in surprise, still, "Do i worth daddy?" I never hold his hand back, but he never let my hand go, do i worth daddy"? I always desperate to

It is an immense pleasure taking part in the #bwphotocontest hosted by @daveks. Being new to steemit, I hope this will give me an exposure to the extended steemit community. This picture was taken with

It is an immense pleasure taking part in the #bwphotocontest hosted by @daveks. Being new to steemit, I hope this will give me an exposure to the extended steemit community. This picture was taken with

It is an immense pleasure taking part in the #bwphotocontest hosted by @daveks. Being new to steemit, I hope this will give me an exposure to the extended steemit community. This picture was taken with

Which way do they go, they never asked. One, a disappointment and another with a wish. Prisoner of thoughts, bewitched by disdain and restraints (all in their mind.) Caressed as though by the gargantuan

Harley. She was abandoned emotionally when she was young enough to even fathom. She grew up like that. Self reliant. One thing about her was that, she never revealed her true self. The only person, whom

Have you ever gazed into the ceaseless darkness of her eyes, Ever have you tried to see what's under the cranked skin of thighs, The wrinkles on her skin doesn't trace back to her age but to all the sleepless

I'm the brown skin that you dwell in, The curve, your fingers dangle over, The sky in its naked purity, The grey cloud of chaos, I'm the muse that can haunt, I'm the muse that can heal. Please follow and

Disclaimer : The names used for the characters in the below article Jessy and Sarah are purely fictional and for the characterization, No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places,