When does love turn to hate?
How is strength measured?
Who decides the manifestations of love and hate?
How do you measure strength and weakness?
Till they are all masked, explained with cause, how do you decipher?
When does the line begin and where does it end? … More Falling Lines
Life don’t always turn out like you planned
But these things are making me who I am
Now why, is this so hard to understand?
Since you’ve been away
I turned into a better me … More How I apologize
You know it
I also know it
Why our ways are getting separated
Even after going away from me
Stay in my memories
Never say goodbye. … More The heart wants what the heart wants
The kind where you are passionate to help me be better than my best,
The kind where you are keen to appreciate every good opportunity I represent.
The kind where I am realistic about the passion and vision that you offer,
The kind where I follow you unto the ends of the world so blindly. … More I love my worth and respect more than I can ever love you
‘Happy birthday Kristen’.
‘I think there might be something in the tree’, Mike said.
‘In the tree?’ Kristen moved closer to it. There was a hollow place at eye-level. She put her hand inside and felt a small package, and pulled it out. It was a gift box. ‘What is this?’
‘Open it’, he said.
Kristen opened it and her eyes widened. In the box was a beautiful emerald ring, surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum. … More Surrounded by diamonds, set in platinum
In the middle of the night, while Humphrey was asleep, Pauline quietly packed a suitcase and fled. She took the next flight back home and called her brother and a few close friends.
Her friends rushed to be by her side but they couldn’t help the debate … More In good times & in bad . . .
‘Stay there’. Humphrey’s voice was filled with fervor.
Pauline fought to get up but Humphrey held her down with one strong hand and slammed the belt again and again.
Pauline felt as though her backside had been flayed. “Humphrey, please stop!’ she cried.
Finally, Humphrey stood up and took a deep, quivery breath. ‘It is alright now’. … More What was it, she wondered – fetish?