Every story is worth telling.
Letting Go When they ask me what went wrong I'm afraid I won't have an excuse When they wonder why not us I shall have to ask the same thing
By Desoba2 years ago in Poets
Evening goes, Morning come Day after day , time goes thus You knew what a cycle it could become To wake to work and to work till one's wake
By Desoba2 years ago in Motivation
Its 5 am I know what that means when the snooze button can no longer be indulged when my duvet can hide me no longer
A man walked up to me and asked for my name He looked me straight in the eye expecting an immediate response Yet my mind had wondered off thinking
Remarkably Real Growing up I looked at adults in awestruck admiration. It was in the way they walked and did their things. There was this freedom in their stance that drew me to want for a time when I too was like them. Like many, the words " when I grow up I want to be..." was ever so present on my lips and ever changing too.
By Desoba2 years ago in Journal
Do you see me? I wake up to myself clothe myself in outfits that suit me I walk out to the world with all of me In hopes of meeting minds that think like mine