I don’t remember the first poem I wrote. I don’t remember The first poem written for me. I don’t remember the first poem I wrote. I don’t remember The first poem written...

The rain, admired for its beauty, can be despised when it pours too much… Is love any different— The rain, admired for its beauty, can be despised when it pours too much… Is lov...

I know that tears have a taste Because my pillow has Whispered it to me.... I know that tears have a taste Because my pillow has Whispered it to me....

What does it matter Whether we give or recieve the end It's all love..... What does it matter Whether we give or recieve the end It's all love.....