Words that are unforgettably forever tattooed on my mind as well as my heart. Writing poems for me is; of course, a work of art. For I, was the master who controlled the thoughts, not one word could escape from my lips, out of my mouth. The hatred, love, pain and sorrow, does it ever occur thou that maybe; there could be no tomorrow? Sweet child, oh, now your thoughts may or may not be alone.All Rights Reserved