You are the ink that fuels my pen,
Demanding always, just another line,
And when I've written yet another ten,
You ask for more, and I cannot deny.
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
Her Voice
I have no escape from the songs that she sings, They haunt me by day, and they live in my dreams. Her voice captivates me and keeps me entranced, Though I am imprisoned, I don't feel alarmed.
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