Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Dad always told me to
'Reap what you sow' and...
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
walking on moss that is wet in any season we think...
someone reading something while someone else...
Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned...
You, my creation, my art,
you...
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? |