23h
T'was not a spirit,
T'was not a ghost.
There is no specter,
Which haunts my soul.
In a joyous world,
I and I alone,
Am the inspiration,
For each sad poem.
T'was not a ghost.
There is no specter,
Which haunts my soul.
In a joyous world,
I and I alone,
Am the inspiration,
For each sad poem.
I deal with my feelings and my thoughts by writing them down in stories. Once they're on paper it's no longer my problem to cope with, it's the paper's.
