In all his beauty, He was nothing more but a tool Waiting to shatter her fragile heart And set a spark to the most heart throbbing poetry

An Army Waiting Ahead

Of all the pretty scenarios The only one playing in my head Is of the day I see you again But there’s an army waiting ahead It’s powerful and frightening Their hearts pumping with vengeance And souls burning so harshly That all you see reflecting in their eyes are flames But they forget that our…


It is often our lovely safe homes That give birth to the most astonishing hell Where our bodies burn silently And the fire remains invisible