One
Day
One
Love.
Someday
In awe of.
One
Night
Deprived
Of
Your
Love.
YOU ARE READING
The First
PoetryPieces of art are displayed here. But this is a fragile place full of fragile things. Tread lightly. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just has to touch people where hands cannot. Please don't take anything I have written without permission from me...
The First.1 One 3.29.14
One
Day
One
Love.
Someday
In awe of.
One
Night
Deprived
Of
Your
Love.
