Poetry is a dying art. Lets keep it a live a bit longer, shall we? |
I walked this lonely earth
in darkness rather than light...
I hold all this hope in my heart
My sanity is utterly falling apart...
Confession is an art. And timing is everything. |
Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love! ~Moulin Rouge~ |
We are all secretly searching for a warm embrace. |