Jan 2017
I loved you. In the same way I loved literature, now the
inspiration is gone and so are you. Whats left of me, a beating
pen with no sonnets no sounds, no syllables but the mere
memory of a daydream.
*Sandoval
inspiration is gone and so are you. Whats left of me, a beating
pen with no sonnets no sounds, no syllables but the mere
memory of a daydream.
*Sandoval
