Strawberry Haiku.

Love is sweet.

Pondering from my haven, the moon.. .

Well what can I say, he loved his food!!! And I have no sympathy for he put on weight… In the head that is….

This is a poem I wrote after feeling the pain of talking to an old love.

Poetry.

Pink Lemonade.

Broken hearted.

Cruel words said with a smile are not sweet.

There is this lady who sells good food back and forth on all floors of the building while most of the workers are busy looking at their monitor screens, so there’d be times they’d miss her as she goes around selling her stuffs which are neatly placed on a heavy cart. It saves us the time to walk to the canteen to buy food.