Being real – a poem for club nights

It’s not in the clothes you wear
and it’s not in how you adorn the body you are in
it’s in how you carry yourself
in how you look around you as your eyes scan the dimly lit room
and in the fragrance you give off Continue reading “Being real – a poem for club nights”

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A lesson and a promise

‘I can teach you many things’
‘Like what?’
‘How to love’

Oh, only you could
with your heart made of gold
and rippling sun rays
only you could utter such a heavenly
string of words
and like your being, it ended in
the greatest one –
love Continue reading “A lesson and a promise”