The devil tears..

Whenever a tear drop spills its existence it feels like the heaven has lost its innocence. Whenever i think about you it's like i have destroyed an important piece of my existence. I thought of you as a poem in its perfection . Not knowing that even real life dictated fiction. It's sad how you promised love…

The Golden Grace..

The Grace of a Woman  This is a little poem for all the wonderful women That I know, Who live life with their heads up high wearing their grace as a crown. I am glad that I know all of you. You all inspire me in a certain way to become the better me and the…