My love letters of poetry to you
Was the last memory that became the start of the dream
And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
My love letters of poetry to you
Was the last memory that became the start of the dream
And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
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...