Roses: Part Two

I was catching up with an old friend When you came up in our conversation He asked me trivial things You know, “What’s her name? Where’d you meet her?” Stuff like that And then he asked me to describe you in one word… I promise you, I sat there contemplating what word I could use […]

Roses: Part One

Confused He drops his ink pen on the table as he scraps yet another sheet of paper He still can’t focus on his writing He takes a deep breath Calls it a night And slowly stumbles into the safe haven of his bed sheets It’s 11:30pm and while everyone is sleeping, The Poet lays restless […]