He painted me red

He painted me red.With his love,That you could tell, just by the way he looked at me,I was believing. Fast forward through years of content and life,I could see it too.They say words lie,Deceiving?He would care for me, like none would. Bare soul, like my feet.I’m walking.The sky is dark, like my

The true rendition of a GIRL

‘Girl’Numerous things pop in the head whenever we think of the word.Many, generally, create an image of a female with humongous breasts, fashion addict, a titillating physique to match with, a voice like silk, twinkling eyes, but no less than a bear trap, what with all her PMSing, insatiable love