He promised to show me the sunrise.
We would drive to the beach,
Chasing the dawn,
And wiggle our toes in the sand.
Holding on to his promise
Was like waking up from a dream,
Like reaching out next to me,
And feeling the ghost of his hand.Read More »
The first time I saw her
I knew I would hand her
My heart on a silver platter.
The first time she saw him
She gave everything to him
And my heart became the victim.
© Jade M. Wong
A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.Read More »