Poems from JKVilca
I hate the box. Do not confine me to four corners. The world sees the box as a guildeline but perhaps I am a foreigner. Religion...
For every baby that lies in the cold. For each infant who was told- they are not loved. For every child that sobbed tears. For every year...
Helping others become a better version of themselves takes education. Helping others to love life takes inspriration. A calling recieved...
If only I could fall just a little bit in love with you.
I see it in your eyes, I know you wish it too.
How much simpler would life be, if...
Usually a book is read page by page and the words just fly by.
We could go back and re-read your whole story.
Just set aside some time.
But...