Being a Woman.
In the middle of the road,
Like a moon landed on the earth!
End of Life!!
Who created who?
Anger – The Map.
No one is a constant..
I’d like to print my lipstick mark on his cheeks,
Rather it stuck on his photo where it reached his soul and not his cheeks
The Only Bed, we as humans don’t wont.
The time i wait for you ..
“May I come in?” asked the memories.