I held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.
HAMILTON K. AMADII held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.
HAMILTON K. AMADILove comes in different shapes and sizes. But most importantly it comes in different colors.
HAMILTON K. AMADII dipped my heart into the river Styx, holding on to nothing but my memories of you. You’ll always be the Achilles heel to my invulnerable heart.
HAMILTON K. AMADITime flies when you are having fun, but stops when you’re in love.
HAMILTON K. AMADIYou reminded me of my first time in Paris; I was fascinated, lost, and I immediately loved everything about it.
HAMILTON K. AMADIYou’re definitely the queen of somebody’s castle.
HAMILTON K. AMADILike a sunshine at midnight, you were there for me at my darkest hour when you had absolutely no reason to.
HAMILTON K. AMADIIf I got a star for every time you made me smile I’d have enough to fill my own universe and I’d take you there with me.
HAMILTON K. AMADIAs the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.
HAMILTON K. AMADIWe just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.
HAMILTON K. AMADIGone, but never forgotten. Like the catchy tune to an old song that I used to love.
HAMILTON K. AMADIPermanence is a wonderful magician. Now you see him, next he goes on to perform the greatest disappearing act of all time.
HAMILTON K. AMADI“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.
HAMILTON K. AMADIHer face was art and her body was poetry in a short black dress.
HAMILTON K. AMADIShe was a walking plague. No. A living epidemic. Everyone got close to her showed severe symptoms of being helplessly in love.
HAMILTON K. AMADII let my mind wander and it always finds its way back to you. like a sweet-toothed child in search of a cookie jar.
HAMILTON K. AMADI