Dec 2017
No written poems,
Nor lyrical prose left unsung,
Such beauty confine.
Longing is the home,
As punishment to who steal,
The art you behold.
Nor lyrical prose left unsung,
Such beauty confine.
Longing is the home,
As punishment to who steal,
The art you behold.
for that one person that you may or may not like. somehow, the reason why they can’t be your muse.
