Thursday, 11 August 2016

Hearts across the ocean,

Promises never made,
The passage of time,
Doesn't alter,
The hand,
That they've both played.

She hates him & she loves him,
She knows beyond a doubt,
She fell for his words only,
The rest she can,
Live without.

Gruelling love is poetry,
And so is tortuous hatred,
But patch things up,
They will,
Even if it's only makeshift.



How I Quit the Ratrace and You Can Too - My last blog post

Listen while you read Ever since I can remember I wanted a life out of the rat-race but was unsure how to make it a reality... I wrote ...