St Michel à la Barbade. Mélange de RNB, de Dancehall et de Reggae.

Sorting out my pieces and trying to get them together. My spine has been stroked by many. My pages have been gazed upon multiple times. Frustrated, you keep me aside. You pull at your hair wondering how easily someone else had read me, had understood me.

Nothing worth having coming it easy. In my time of despondency,. Came along a celestial being. One in union with the stars. A spectacle in an unfathomable universe. An angel with a broken wing. Yet with a beautiful soul. Despite the poignant pain swallowing him whole,. He chose to be selfless and gave me his all. To make my blind eyes see. Make my broken heart and soul whole.

Death is not the ultimate price, That has to suffice, For people to sacrifice, Innocent lives paying price. Society needs transformation, Management needs alteration, Humanity needs consideration, Love needs perpetuation. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

Chaos in our mind and colors in our heart . Their departure was a assemblance of emotions. Homecoming is a glory but the loss of excitement and vigour is as bad as profanity. I bleed on paper regarding their homecoming. Click to see the real verse that i wrote. The words this heart utters is the serendipity in chaos. To the boy who will be my future muse.