poetry

Imperfect…Limerick

She had a crooked nose Didn't care about hanging on the noose Committing crime from shore to shore With a code of honor and black shawl I knew a criminal whom killing was her muse They all hated her Those legs bent at the knees with scar Those upturned lips The money she made kept… Continue reading Imperfect…Limerick

Word High July

Word High July…day one (Kilig)

Kilig Kilig - butterflies in one's stomach He wasn't handsome He rarely smiles Carrying around the hurt That is betrayed by the smoke In his eyes He thinks I'm the most pretty The most pretty thing ever He had to go away For three weeks Three knocks on my door There he stands With flowers… Continue reading Word High July…day one (Kilig)