Sometimes, life just gets in the way.
whose gratification is the question nowyour answer came wrong with spitting lies againdo you only read plain books / picture pagesnot romantic words?you twist and turn my ideas / ideals this timeneglecting any thought that there may be anotherway to carefully respect my lending loveno time…
Profound wordsDrizzling waywardly,Settling downOn fluttering pages,And a rhythm oozes out,Drenching the parched souls.