Dad always told me to
'Reap what you sow' and...
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
The fantasies broke
The dream is gone...
In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...
The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean...
Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...
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? |