"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
She tries to remember all the beautiful sounds the choir of the morning birds the melody of laughter all around. Yet, she recollects only one her drug of choice the sound of his voice.
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