It’s Hard To Believe…That You Left.

...that you no longer wanna talk. To me. The deep conversations. When you used to say that my voice was like the best song. To you. RnB. Like your favorite rhythm & blues. Singa. Ykee Benda. It's hard to believe that you no longer wanna walk. With me. Nor do lovers things in the house. In the … Continue reading It’s Hard To Believe…That You Left.

In The Rain, She Left.

The rain beat relentlessly on the roof of their small house. A few flashes of lightning. The winds howled lowly. The trees stood still gloomily in the dark, bathed by the moonlight. Dead night. The room was a mess. Sheets lay crumpled on their bed, pillows laying lifeless on the cold floor. He sat in one corner … Continue reading In The Rain, She Left.