I don't write every day, or every week, or every month; I write when it feels right. |
What does love feel like,
Tell me, do you know...
Watching a child,
Watching the fights...
The stars look dull tonight. I wonder if you see...
To the poet, the writer,
The reviewer, and reader...
Don't worry, keep smiling,
It'll all be better one day...
I am both happy and sad and still trying to figure out how that could be |
Isnt it a coincidence that they day he broke my heart, my loveheart necklace snapped in half? |
All I do is think. About everything and nothing at all .. |