Whenever she hurt me, I never held back; I cried and hated myself for every bit of it. But I preferred that the tears don’t roll down… Read more “Hurt.”
Author: edwardwrightblog
poet, story writer, music addict and aspiring journalist.
Too bad
I’ve once heard that giving wasn’t necessarily receiving. Too bad I gave you all I had, In the hope that you’ll love me back someday. I’ve once… Read more “Too bad”
Of men forlon..
Sages and tales of men forlon, To uncaring ears are told not, For it matters into whose; some words are spoke. And it shatters that to whose;… Read more “Of men forlon..”
Caught….
He faught for the affection she loved to fight She thought of the love he showed by night And that was two, caught, in hoping what lay… Read more “Caught….”
Arms stretched out
Arms stretched out Hopes were high Thoughts came in myriads Round he spun, Grew resonate with every turn. Arms stretched out The end was nigh Palms brushed… Read more “Arms stretched out”
Life is…
Life… Is like a beautiful Melody Only the lyrics are messed up.
Faceless…
An account of a true story… It was still early morning and I tagged behind Daddy as we took a slow trudge towards the Burma market after… Read more “Faceless… “
