If one day,
my pen run out of ink,
And my imaginations had emptied.
I want to see your smiles,
To hear your claps,
Feel your love.
I want to see you--
Applying the lessons,
My masterpieces had given.
Because when that time comes,
When I no longer write..
It is not because I want to,
But because I had enough giving lessons,
And that is my masterpieces.
-Miss A/ irizxch