You think you win, and that I loose. But sorry, that's not for you to choose.
poem by Annamarie Sampson
Heart burns, yearns for love. Though it's been tattered, shattered in love. Recently only pieced together, Yet you fall, fall... Fall, and Shatter Read more
I cry, I sigh and slowly die. My minds not kind, But it will soon find, A way to bind his heart with mine. Read more