dreams are a fantasy of the mind though they often hide in a disguise at night sometimes you leave me lonely but in my mind your my one and only.
Very sweet. Enjoyed this.
....
...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. "
Very sweet. Enjoyed
Very sweet. Enjoyed this.
....
...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. "