Perched on the edge,
Shoulder blades tensed.
The air electric
exuding confidence
Eyes open, vigilant
Lips upturned smiling
Waiting patiently
For some scripts of bad-
Writing to walk through-
the door and say hello.
A collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 y... More
Perched on the edge,
Shoulder blades tensed.
The air electric
exuding confidence
Eyes open, vigilant
Lips upturned smiling
Waiting patiently
For some scripts of bad-
Writing to walk through-
the door and say hello.