To The Boy Who Had My Young Heart

You were my first love, love in its innocent form You remind me of cotton candy swirl, of dragonflies, of airplanes made of paper. You were my first love, love that didn't require anything I loved you, and it did not matter if you loved me the same. You were my first love, and my … Continue reading To The Boy Who Had My Young Heart



I wish that you have the courage to speak your truth; Instead of writing sad lines of poesy I wish you could just be anything but happy; And smile without sad eyes in contradiction I wish that you could tell how and what you feel— Share your hurts constantly maiming your life; Instead of pen … Continue reading Wishes


Sometimes, the saddest stories are not the ones you read in a morning newspaper – telling someone’s dearest passed away. It’s not the different stories of brokenhearted girls – weeping about their failing relationship of two, four, eight years. It’s not the stories from array of books in a dusty corner written by sad authors. … Continue reading Wonderwall