She ain’t red haired
Nor hazel eyed
Lovely golden locks
Delicious Blueberry eyes
Beautiful she was….

Her mother not her own
Her father not her own
No bond in blood made
Loving her, cuddling her
They were her only family



On a fine day my head is filled with thoughts aplenty

So much that it confuses my soul

So much that I cant think straight

Making up my mind

I borrow a pen from my desk

I borrow a paper from my shelf

Facing the wall with a blank face

And silent stare

That’s when I stop thinking