You that rejoices over another's downfall,
You that prays for another's ill-luck,
You that loves them not, but hates them all,
You that does anything to get a buck.
Nothing haunts me like the words I don't write.
9 August 2016
5 August 2016
Where My Heart Is - Part Two
I look back in the hunk's direction, but he isn't there. My eyes do a quick search and I spot him at the reception desk. Lifting up her head from her chair, the receptionist smiles sheepishly and blinks with green light. I don't blame her; no lady would see him and not trip.
3 August 2016
Where My Heart Is - Part One
Seated on his clean-shaven face is a small nose, perfectly aligned in-between sparkling brown eyes. He is a tall and muscular man, with a charismatic appearance. He has pale, red lips and pointy ears. He's dressed in a black hooded long-sleeve sweatshirt, grey sweat shorts and black canvas sneakers.
