The weight of the words, Spoken and unspoken, Haunt her at night, But hide when the sun comes up, Scared to be acknowledged, In broad...

I don’t think I can hold it anymore, The words waiting to be set free, Out from the cage of my lungs, Right from the heart, Not rhymed,...

If I tell you to imagine the colour amaranthine then you wouldn’t be able to do so until you have actually seen the colour before. If I...