like finger nail scratching and scarring me
your lies set me on fire
I dream of her lips
open wide and close
bringing laughter to you I never could
why of all people it’s her
someone I do not consider an equal
love and anger swallow me
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
shadow of her next to you
like finger nail scratching and scarring me your lies set me on fire I dream of her lips open wide and close bringing laughter to you I never could why of all people it’s her someone I do not consider an equal love and anger swallow me I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |