Fresh and crimson, we were once
star lights flashing words unspoken;
but yet understood
Feelings that fade,
love that turns obscure.
And i wonder,
whether what lies ahead
will be renewed
or stay this shade of deep maroon.
Tears which were once liquid;
now flowing only within.
Yes it still hurts. You can't cry over someone you don't love.


I like writing poems. they make me feel better about feeling certain ways.

cts are over and it felt like such a long yet short week. time seems to be an irony in itself. anyhow, thank God for seeing me through them..for His guiding hand in revision, through the papers and through everything else too :)

thank You Lord, Your mercies endure forever