The perfect kind of lie

Picture gotten from- AJGIEL It’s not the same old. It’s not the differences in passing time either. It’s the new ways I’ve learned to listen, hold hands, rejoice and share. I’m a bit swollen from it all. My head yearns for more. The drive pushes me every morning to be productive, to not call it a…

Sedative sentiments

Picture gotten from-Jannaleadams Let’s awaken the grieve of Joy, the little laughs with babies, foe and your toy. We can be generous with words, writing with rhymes against all odds.   Here’s my token of wealth, here’s love, happiness and my skin the way it’s felt. Could I wander in your tones of delight? your…