This is your pageMy dedication to youYou took your pieceAnd a piece of me.
3-89.
I like this. Even though the writer gives little to go on, it left for me, a strong sense of losing something.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes, lost. Torn from me, a dream of something great...
I like this. Even though the
I like this. Even though the writer gives little to go on, it left for me, a strong sense of losing something.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Something lost...
Yes, lost. Torn from me, a dream of something great...