You left a trail of kisses on the chocolate sky of my back, please come back and claim them, as coupled with the salted break in my heart, those kisses are a little too heavy to bear. Please come back for your hugs of sugar as well, your morning hugs, your “just-called-to-hug-you-over-the-phone” hugs,
Tears stack upon fears, with one looming over it all, threatening to still my heart. Solitude and doubt reign supreme especially on days like these… I keep waiting for your call, it never comes. And it kills me. I play back your voicemail. And it kills me. Again and Again. Tears stack upon a back […]
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The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
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Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 