My poetry is my only confide
many a writer learnt her true love
was the paper in which she carved her heart
Always present at any one moment
she fills her deepest desires
and darkest thoughts
in the crevices of paper
My poetry is my only confide
many a writer learnt her true love
was the paper in which she carved her heart
Always present at any one moment
she fills her deepest desires
and darkest thoughts
in the crevices of paper