Honestly,
I don't want...
I dabble my pen
into swarming letters...
Colours dazzle in
the daylight but light dazzles...
The winter is
Killing me softly...
Knock on wood
I am sleeping just fine...
Soft water carves stone,
even the unyielding bends...
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? |