you’re getting used to being on your own you only crave companionship from the humans for the temporary highs for the heart fatters for the monthly kilig but not for the wedding bell ball chain your mind toys with you, son.
You showed me how to be grateful with having the best friend ever. You taught me how to wake up the sleeping child in me. You showed me how to be a better brotha, one who can rate a girl’s You taught me how to embrace the corniness and the craziness only I can be.Continue reading ““You (All of You)””
One of the biggest highlights of my writing life so far has been the opportunity to live, write, edit (for a lot of hours) and eventually self-publish my first ever collection of poetry appropriately titled Lost in London. With poems written in the middle of Romford, bus hopping sessions around Putney to Kingston to beingContinue reading “Get “Lost in London””