I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”
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Colour Me Your Love
It was not by the colour of our skin that our love was built,but my blood that sang to the beat of his heart. It was not by the ebony of my skin,that greatly contrasted the cream of his,But by the dancing of our bodies under the moonlight. Nor was it about the onyx ofContinue reading “Colour Me Your Love”
Darkness and light 