Member since Monday, 4 August 2014
Country: New Zealand

As cliche as this may sound, I do not know if I am still worthy to call myself a poet. My words have always been my way only outlet some in recent times my only way to let go. I am no aimless wanderer nor am I an old soul, for I am who I have become, through love, through hate, through pain, through hope, through forgiving and trying to forget. This is my story and what it has made me.

List of books

To the ones who broke my heart, cheated my affection, and played with my fate.. This is dedicated to you all
Homophobia is so redundant