how they can spend their entire lifetime..without even loving themselves,how they just catch a fling…
I always felt that love will find me.once…somewhere…I longed and I believed.just when my lungs were running out of air,my message…
how long I have searched.how much I have failed.the books I have readboth guided, derailed…
by Dan J. Evans
I thought she had brought me
Pretty thing, why don’t you ask,Your favorite ghost to the pumpkin patch?I’ll make you laughAnd scratch your backAs we run through rowsAt the pumpkin patch.
A poem
There’s always someone in our lifeWhose love makes us, and breaks us