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POEM| The Quiet Type

I’m considered the quiet type
because I don’t say much
from the onset
and my soft voice betrays me

POEM| The Right Time

There’s never a right time
It’s going to be scary
You will wonder if you’re sane
There will always be a reason to wait

POEM| Seven Hundred & Eight Days

It’s been seven hundred and eight days
since I last heard from you
I wonder if you’re okay every day
and I still see you in my dreams

Short Poems About Love – VOL #4

In the spirit of Valentine’s week, I’m back with a fourth of edition of short poems about love.

1) I LOVE YOU
I don’t care if it’s too early
I know what I feel 
I love you

POEM| A Piece of Me

Will you take a little piece of me everywhere you go?

It can be my soft voice
Or the way I call your name
It can be my silly laugh
Or the way my smile makes you smile too

My October

My October
All this year
I’ve been waiting for you
Because you always bring me joy
When It’s your time of the year

SHORT STORY: Friends Forever

My Mom was furious on Saturday and she yelled at me that I must not be seen anywhere with you again. I was confused and sad because it was totally unfair. I had been a good girl and I didn’t get into any trouble.

I Want To Know You

As much as my blog has grown over the years and my stats and engagement have increased this year, I still don’t feel like I have connected enough with you. Yes you, my readers and followers.

SHORT STORY: A Stranger On The Jubilee Line

I saw you at the station right before you jumped on the train. You were dressed in a suit even though it was ninety degrees outside. You looked pretty serious like you had an important meeting to get to, but you saw something on your phone that made you smile.

POEM| Still I Try

I feel like there’s nothing for me here
but still, I try

I try to help people when I can 
I try to read a new book every week
I try to keep a smile on my face
I try to learn from everyone I meet

Wherever You Are Is The Perfect Place To Begin

Worrying or pondering over something we need to get done is customary for almost everyone. Perhaps we worry because we are afraid of the unknown, because it takes us away from our comfort zone, because we’re waiting for the right moment, or because we feel incapable.