Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of sunrise, a murmured serenade, As the sun pussyfoots through the drapery of night's shade. A material of varieties, a divine dance,
By GOWTHAM2 years ago in Poets
K - Kissable Cupid’s bow I - Icy-colored lip gloss S - Smooth as silk S - Sweet as honey ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
