I hate it… I hate that I say I’ve moved on only to suddenly see your face when I wake in the morning. I hate it… At the time, I was so sure that I’ve let go. I hate it… That one day I don’t care and the next day I do. I hate it…
Category: My Poetic Heart
What is Spoken Poetry? Spoken Poetry are words coming to life. It’s when just seeing the words on paper aren’t enough. There’s something about it that has to be heard , spoken. I have yet to start video blogging. I’m not very fond of being in front of the camera. But I know I must!
Intrigued, where has this feeling been all my life? Intense. I can’t quite put my finger on it…I can’t explain it. Everything from past experiences have led me to this, although I didn’t know it at the time. We bounce back and forth with raw emotions and uncertainty. I found myself longing for something