Sometimes I wonder who the hell is this muse of mine
Making me write in the early hours of the day like a madwoman in love
I, myself, think that am quite sane…
Other than a sprinkle of weird and a theatric usage of words
I hope that someday, somewhere, someway
We can meet each other and have conversations drunken on wine
And maybe share a kiss or two, let our worlds align
I am always willing to hear criticism or thoughts on my poems, I might seem like I will run away crying. But sometimes other people see things, that I don’t.
So comment away or send me a letter through my ask/tell page.