That night, Yeah that one, my thumb wrapped around your thong. I thought If I pushed hard enough you'd understand how deep My feelings ran. Kisses on cars, Hands in hair, Or was it grass? The sky and the pavement Bled together. Lights ran away Danced across my view Framing you. I held you So… Continue reading Test Me Just Once More
I want to hold you Half baked On a hilltop in Sheffield Hold you and tell you With little pieces of me dripping From my words I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Until there's nothing left Until I am nothing Nothing but ash Settling on your… Continue reading That night. You know the one.
I drop a pebble in the pond, I touch your hand. I see the silk midnight on your skin, I see the depth of midnight in your eyes, I see the strength of a thousand tides Break on the shores but you have more. And I want to give you that But who am I… Continue reading A Poem for My Friend Ahmat
Call me a sucker but I'm putty in your hands. Through the cracks I'll seep so squeeze my flesh until I pucker then push your fingers deep, I'll give way. What was that I heard you say? And by the way lover I know you have another Do you write with your left hand? Or… Continue reading Sucker Punch
A gallery of pics from my year at Italia Conti on the foundation course. I have loved every second of this year its one of the best of my life so far. I have made friends for life and I wouldnt change one part of it. I am awfully sad it has to… Continue reading From Freshers to Enders
I hate how I have gave so much power to someone that it physically affects me even when I see them on online, nevermind in real life. I want to say that is was unwillingly given but no, I gave her my heart knowing fine well I wouldnt get it back in the same shape.… Continue reading Messy
Dens in bushes, trampoline battles and dance routines, highest swing competitions, hide and seek, nerf battles, craft projects, tennis, badminton, camp fires, roasting marshmallows you name it Joe and me did it. Most weekends as children we would go to my Auntie and Uncles and me and Joe would play endlessly and boundlessly. We were… Continue reading Fairy wings and boxer shorts