Aug 2016
they could scream from the
rooftops
or put it in songs
recite me their poetry
and talk all night long
none of it mattered
their pleas were left unheard
because one look from your eyes
was still
louder than words.
rooftops
or put it in songs
recite me their poetry
and talk all night long
none of it mattered
their pleas were left unheard
because one look from your eyes
was still
louder than words.
When inspiration strikes.
It feels good to write again.
It feels good to write again.
