This is a short, lighthearted rhyme about the agonies of potty training a toddler.

I was kidnapped.

A poem.

This is Chapter three of the Story I did. Enjoy and please comment. Thankx.

The story of my morning.

This poem reflects the fear to move out, to bring solace, to put up resistance while a sense of escape grips mind and thought process and even walk in the park cannot divert the attention.

A beautiful “I love you” poem.

A poem asking what length’s a person will go in the name of love.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think. It would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think. It would be very much appreciated. Thank you.