"Poetry"
You were the art of my life.
The one that I tried to hide,
Many nights I try to hide;
To you that became my life.
Love is in the air.
Pen is my brain,
The papers' been my mouth,
And you, became its soul.
I wrote for you.
I published to you,
What do I love?
Obviously it's you.
This is the near end,
Though I tried to always send
This letter to mend,
For us to be more than friends.
YOU ARE READING
Nevermore (Book One)
Novela JuvenilWhat drives a person to be insane? Love? Madness? Betrayal? Vengeance? Happiness? Well, a lot. But for these two young people, madness is just the beginning of their revenge. Trent and Karma will stop at nothing just to av...
