It is time for our love to start.

This was a prompt for a picture of a swing. I just gave it a story and added something personal to it.

Self-control, wisdom, fight, truth, win.

Another poem I wrote, awhile back. It’s about the act of crying. What are tears really for?

A sweet sensation led you to sin.

A short story about how love is a bet and how is that so that it can never be avoided. If you lose, you’ll be thrown into eternal despair. But if you win, you’ll be the happiest person in the world.

Losing or winning…
Can be in any form…
If you’re feeling any of those..
Do read this…
I felt it my own.
And I hope it helps

Short poem.

Love has us on a winning streak.

You don’t need to defeat everybody in your path.