"In a world of hollow, she seeks solace deep,
Deserving more than I, her soul to keep.
What could I offer this gem so rare?
Diverse we are, yet equal in our shared air."
"In a world of hollow, she seeks solace deep,
Deserving more than I, her soul to keep.
What could I offer this gem so rare?
Diverse we are, yet equal in our shared air."
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...