I saw a picture online and it made me think about the nickname a friend gave me… "Buttercup." Then I went on a big rant. Poem!

I just wish I mattered…

The title says it all.

Heart and brain sometimes don’t compromise each other. The first speaks and listen to reasons ,the latter doesn’t know and don’t listen to reason, it has its own reason which reason itself doesn’t know.

Human emotions are natural but hard to tame. The are very real and hard to be scripted. It needed to be respected and not be abused.

A piece of writing on my hate for myself.

Misery in crossroads.

A poem about being proud of your body in spite of your insecurities.

There was a Lady who’s alone in one place, she dont know what to do even thinking for something,, she just know, she’s lonely.. . need some air, some space that no one can disturb her.

Love is very patient, very kind, knows no time frame, can endure until the last breath.