For there are fragments of you obscured in my poetries
Remains of you suspended in my silence
Words that mean different things to different people...
Just fragments of my thoughts compiled.
For there are fragments of you obscured in my poetries
Remains of you suspended in my silence
Words that mean different things to different people...
Just fragments of my thoughts compiled.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...