I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
She was back. Again.
Not a love story but, a story about love. Because, Feelings do change. Memories do fade. And when life ends, 'The Heart Understands'.
Story of a Poet: #50 I could not love you
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff...*sighed* With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. To write about all those things that I know I could have said to people. Some people. But, I did not. Not because it never... Continue Reading →
