Lightning strikes an empty beach
thunder roars in the night sky...
We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
The breeze whispered to me:
see...
Why is loneliness
so crowded...
I will be with you
My friend...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |